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A Late Walk
At night time I opened my eyes I was strangely awake With a weird thought on my mind A little walk to take
And outside the air did not stir I remembered the nights I’d been haunted by the dream About the eerie light
- Crimson glare in the dark I had always known On this late walk Their meaning would be shown -
The dream shows myself as a child Just new born and in fear By a window in the dark Outside the lights appear
When I then moved on there they were The two glows I could see It had never been a dream It was a memory
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