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Waking dreams
Shrouds of nightmares to cleanse my dreams
Like thousands of peaceful screams
Often darkened in these golden hours
Woe of sleepless nights spent by the empty fire
Waking to the sound of nothing
I sleep aloud and wander
Through fields of flowers gone
Healing planes of sorrow
Meaningless it seams
Ever onward I shall wait
Like thousands of peaceful screams
Often darkened in these golden hours
Woe of sleepless nights spent by the empty fire
Waking to the sound of nothing
I sleep aloud and wander
Through fields of flowers gone
Healing planes of sorrow
Meaningless it seams
Ever onward I shall wait
Published 13th Jan 2014
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