The Dream
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I never made the dream
Was just too far out of reach
And though I want it still
Not sure it ever will
God how I miss you
Another seven weeks until
I called you on the phone
but you weren't at home
Pulling out your photograph
So many things
I wish I'd said
I passed through my home town
One of the few that made it out
Nothing has changed
It stayed the same
I ran into an ex-friend
We never had made amends
And after all these years
Things still are weird
There wasn't much - much to say
Friendships often fade away
Been trying to write
this letter to you
Disjointed thoughts
just can't seem to
Get them to display back
what I want them to
Crumpled failures
litter the room
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