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At 2:00 a.m. your heart is still

But I can feel your thoughts

As in me dreams take flight.

You morph into my essence

I sense your moves, your fears take shape

And run with mine this night.

Fantasies and fortunes

Bleed as one together

A force that has no reins.

Visions fall profound profane

No spectre through the mists

Pass from hand to hand sand grains.

A call to follow too strong to fight

To catch these fancies

Let their flow carry us on.

This reverie within me rises

A shadow to your substance

And my will is gone.

 

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