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The Sun breaks
through the clouds
of the Eastern sky.

A beautiful sunrise,
brightens the morning
as another day begins.

Swims the dreamer,
nevermore.
Nightmares a threat,
every shore.

Good memories,
nevermore.
Love is lost for,
evermore.

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Here we are,
mere shadows now,
of what we there then,
and with questions about how.

How do we give,
when we are away?
How do we live,
in our life's array?

I'm sorry for the worry,
that followed you home.
Keeping those who love you
close, won't be alone.

Why are you sad,
for what I am,
when I am only
a weakened man.

Be nice, it's said,
for you may be,
the only survivor
of our family.

What a life it was,
no longer here,
when hope is gone
and it's only fear.

My greatest wish,
a simple desire,
to walk again
and you never tire.

For you are the one
and always will be,
my true love,
for I love thee.

When far away,
across the sea,
my memories
were of thee.

When your life,
flashes before your eyes,
remembering the memories,
of love and sighs,

it brings to us,
those who worry,
start enjoying your life,
squelching the hurry.

The lights are low,
I see you. Beautiful
is the word which
come to mind.

I miss you, my sweet one.
Don't know what to do,
except to be by your side,
as long as I can.

Pave the way to the stars,
please do it for she.
Help her to find her way
as she is important to me.

Words spin freely,
from out my mind,
about loving another,
and not being unkind.