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Numb Nights
In the middle of the night,
When my dreams take over,
I see you most clearly.
The stories you tell.
An empty menagery,
Of colored fog,
Far fetched fantasies,
And dreams in color.
Promised flowers,
But no spring rain,
Leaving my emotions dry.
Looking for the clouds.
When the rain came,
You left me alone,
To fend for myself,
Cold and scared.
In the middle of the night.
When my dreams take over,
I see you most clearly.
The stories you tell.
When my dreams take over,
I see you most clearly.
The stories you tell.
An empty menagery,
Of colored fog,
Far fetched fantasies,
And dreams in color.
Promised flowers,
But no spring rain,
Leaving my emotions dry.
Looking for the clouds.
When the rain came,
You left me alone,
To fend for myself,
Cold and scared.
In the middle of the night.
When my dreams take over,
I see you most clearly.
The stories you tell.
Published 22nd Jan 2012
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