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by Rowena Linley Aug 21, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / about death
In my sleep I sometimes weep From a certain dream If it was real It would make me scream For my loved ones lifes My dream did steal Lying there With faces so fair Stone dead cold In my heart fear took hold In my sleep I sometime weep From a certain dream That comes and goes Like a stream