So long I have lived alone with my wraith, LENORE
I have seen dreams before i was even born I come to live them, joyful or forlorn Looking through the mirror of the eyes What kind of tear i am is no surprise Taking refuge in the darkness of the duct I wait Suddenly the Mirrors of the eye; shut down In the blackness of death i almost drown I am alone, no other tears around Feeling vibrations, echoes from the ear A Broken Heart speaks the words you should hear I listen I listen to his melancholy voice Speak to his "Eons of Forever, WIFE" I'm coming Home to YOU LENORE : my Life Forevermore together we rejoice Eyes show a movie of losing his wife I watch To be continued
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