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Stand beside the flame
Stars cascade like sprinkled salt
Over a sleepy town

A dove cries out
For a lover lost
To a hollow heart

Memories fade
Over the tapestry of time
Eventually folded over

Fan the flames
So dawn will never rise
For a sleepy town

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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