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early in the day and late in the nite, times when I feel trapped by you. times when I am ready to leave those dreams in the morning, enter those dreams at nite, the dreams about you which give me breathe, which give me life.
early in the morning, when i have returned from my nocturnal journey, i feel you still linger in the air, but what i don't know is whether it is the air in my blood, or my blood itself that has your essence in it.
late at nite, when I am beginning to start the journey anew. i know what awaits me in those grand halls of slumber. you tease me here, and i feel like the luckiest person in the world, nothing goes wrong, but sadly it is, afterall, just a dream. . .
for all those hours during the day, i love you and know that you love me, early in the morning, i let go of last nite's dream, i open my eyes so I can see, that there is nothing better than experiencing what love can truly be.
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