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in my dreams

how many nights
far too many
beyond my need for sleep
drifting in and out
of slumber –
miles to go
with none to keep

songs are playing
I can hear them –
near enough to wake the soul
verses sweet
in recollection
move my weary heart
to fold

ill regard
for lifetimes bartered –
on this crazy dream
of mine
how many sunsets
will I find

will I find

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