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Drifting Thoughts

Drift with me and maybe we’ll go,

Farest reaches of the beyonds we know,

Heaven in the skies and far below,

How the times have changed like droves,

I see the face of a thousands smiles,

Hands to the end and by my side,

Let her go til we die,

An angel from the skies living a lie,

I hear a echo from the ghost,

Hear her follow from the ocean coast,

Cascades of waves of the sea like rose,

Mercy feeling dying with no hope,

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I see ghosts but only in the mind. Everyone wants what they don’t have. Perhaps I want what I can’t relive. Time doesn’t heal all wounds.

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