sometimes i wake so sure you called my name
then later, lucid
acceptence and denial struggle out a truce
of maybe's
again i hear your words and see your face
again i feel our pain
i miss your lovely words
like soft rain upon my back
the constant simple praise
that calmed my tortured soul
i'll pretend that it is so
then later, lucid
acceptence and denial struggle out a truce
of maybe's
again i hear your words and see your face
again i feel our pain
i miss your lovely words
like soft rain upon my back
the constant simple praise
that calmed my tortured soul
i'll pretend that it is so
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