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Mourning Land On a hot summer night deep in a dream a cricket outside softly sings. A breeze it blows so cool and soft as I cuddle my pillow lost in thought. In my memories I see you there yet your so far away it seems unfair. Picturing your face and your beautiful smile I lay in my bed and think for awhile. Your sweet smelling scent clings to me as I breath in deep your memory. My soul aches and wants you here excuse me while I cry my dear. Gently walking through Mourning Land I reach for you to take my hand. Suddenly I hear the crickets song so I open my eyes but sadly you are gone. |
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