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They dream of love
And so do I
But in the dreams they cannot see
The fears which are haunting me.
They'll run away
And so will I
Afraid to say
Ashamed to cry.
The whisper of unknown
So hard to pick its words
So much is left to show.
Ignored. Today it grows.
Tomorrow I will live
Upon the damned skies
Forgetting to forgive
And mixing truths with lies.
30.03.2025
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