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| | From:  Poet756B (Original Message) | Sent: 4/19/2008 8:26 PM |
And the night air fills with scream
And many from afar are gathered
To bear witness to the Death of Dream
Young boys unaware sit and wonder
While young men plot and scheme
And old men are left to ponder
When was the Death of Dream
The world was filled with wonder
With promise abundant so it seemed
Reality sets in so harshly
And heralds the Death of Dream
Her dark hair was long and flowing
Her skin the color of cream
The love in her heart caressed me
Foretold not the Death of Dream
Memories flood my inner soul
Rushing madly like a stream
My longing cries out forever
Bittersweet is the Death of Dream
The gloom of night falls all around
And the night air fills with scream
Dark angels horns are blowing
And announce the Death of Dream
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