alexandra

alexandra
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Sunday, 6 April 2014

Time an occasional dream of mine....

I leave the lady meditating 
on the very love which I, I do not wish to claim, 
Gently weeping nights
It was long, long ago
And I can't touch your name
In my madness
I see your face in mine
I keep a photograph
It burns my wall with time
between the hour and the age, 
once again, once again, 
love calls you by your name....
I'm traveling by land 
Traveling through the dawn of day 
You're always on my mind 
I can't stay away
I had forgotten about you 
Then you turned up again 
I always knew 
We were meant to be more than friends,
You got the key to my brain...  


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