Memories of Bygone Days,
In formless dreams do haunt me,
Drained out I am
Visibly Powerless I seem,
Pleasant days into Nightmarish dreams.
I am exhausted the other day,
So heavy a price to be in love and to pay.
Weird dreams, weird dreams,
Do me harm in my hapless times,
When heart and soul not at ease.
Weird dreams, weird dreams,
Do unfold a story,
A greater enigma, a mystery,
Of lives slipping by.
Weird dreams, weird dreams,
Make me seek out for you,
And then I do realize,
That the distant stars are,
Too far for mere tiny mortals to hold.
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