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What was it?
I yelled in my sleep
Though I know not what for.
I know only now
Since they knocked on the door.
I was dreaming, it's true,
But the memory's dim.
Wonder I do
What made it so grim.
Though I know not what for.
I know only now
Since they knocked on the door.
I was dreaming, it's true,
But the memory's dim.
Wonder I do
What made it so grim.
Published 15th Sep 2015
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16th Sep 2015 00:32am
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