When Dreams Fade
In the mist of morning light, all dreams run back into the vanishing night. The witching hour has come and past, and fantasy fades until nothing lasts. Our hopes slip away with the coming of the day. Our dreams die leaving questions of why. Do they ever come back from that blanket of black? Will we ever have them again when the next night begins? Only time will tell the dreaming tale of Men. Only in our dreams will we be loved once again.
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