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It is never "only a dream."
Feb. 5th, 2016 10:37 amAll around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone,
We must speak of other matters,
You can be me when I'm gone.
Flowers gathered in the morning,
Afternoon they blossom on,
Still are withered in the evening,
You can be me when I'm gone.
Fading is the sun that shone,
We must speak of other matters,
You can be me when I'm gone.
Flowers gathered in the morning,
Afternoon they blossom on,
Still are withered in the evening,
You can be me when I'm gone.
