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Reality as a Bad Dream
For some time you were my girlfriend
But all good thing come to an end
You were all I thought of the latest days
Everytime I closed my eyes I saw your face
My dream always was the same
A dream which gave me so much pain
In this dream we were just watching the moon
In a warm summernight in July or June
I was standing there with a lot of fear
Because I knew somehow you'll disappear
Suddenly just I was watching the sky
And watched how a shooting star was passing by
I wished I could turn back the hands of time
Go back to then when you were mine
I hoped this wish would come true
I hoped till the sky was turning blue
I knew you won't come back
And then all became black
When I woke up and you were not beside me
I knew that the bad dream became my reality
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Category: Lost Love