A lover wakes up to a reality.

The sun rose like most every day
Those things of the past far away
This morning bodes fresh things to say
As once more I rise to this play
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My senses say my love is there
Her scent brings a blossom to air
A kiss to remove worldly care
This dream that my heart now must bear
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What winds wait to welcome the day
What songs will our love tell to air
One wonders will time really care
When seasons of rain come to play
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I look toward my dream while it’s there
Its kisses are drifting away
Now silence has so much to say
And memories such pain to bear
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I think now what started this play
The note on her pillow won’t say
Oh why did my love go away
The sun rose like most every day
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