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~ The Dreamer ~
Still in thy mind’s eye…mere glimpses of her face. To the moments they lie…in thy heart, sets the pace.
Anxious in that dream…thy hand longs for her touch. Restless, would be thy spirit…to never feel quite so much.
Romance from thy soul is what I offer to thee… …’till the music is silent for the only true love for me.
Hieros ~ 2005
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