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The happy songs of birds

Surround us as we pass.

Hand in hand in my dream.

We are together again at last.



My sadness melts my smile.

He stops and faces me

He knows the truth.

Come morning "we" can never be.



Death came between us

But in dreams you see

We come together

Our love can be free.



I long for the days of past

When our love was real

His kiss, his touch, his voice-

Memories alone allow me to feel.