The most raucous of surroundings could not drown your voice.
Oh those heart strings you pull.
You did not come to my senses --- these hundreds of days.
Like a dream you came, in a dream i fled, in a dream you chased.
In my nightmare i left.
Facetious and wildly beyond.
Surmounting recesses.
I did not come to my senses.
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