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along the ripple mirror lake
there lies the memories of a thousand
across a river of forgetfulness
lies a thousand more
i can fold my arms around you
until i feel yr heart
yr breath and mine are one
and sep'rate here apart
i call apart of this
in a futile cry i missed
there lies yr passions undone
yr mortal lips can't kiss
in a desp'rate whisper i
call vainly to only die
and i a wistful vision i sleep only to stay alive






(c) Chris 444 Lockhart