I Dream Of You

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In the melancholy dark,
On the night of spark,
With the sound of clock,
And the memories in stock,
On a bright moon night,
And my eyes could see no more light,
When my head and the pillow meet,
On the bed between two sheets.
"I Dream Of You!"
                                           ~Aastha!<3





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