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[bodytext] => She comes to me when daylight dies; A spirit of dreams whose words, they sing, With auburn hair and faded, hazel eyes. The crescent moon reigns in the skies As sleep enters and claims himself as king. She comes to me when daylight dies. A siren of night, whose lone voice cries; She bids me to follow through nocturnal spring With auburn hair and faded, hazel eyes. As night’s journey begins; dark visions arise. Despite my kicks and screams and arms that fling, She comes to me when daylight dies. I walk with her in dreams I despise, And wonder what guidance she can bring With auburn hair and faded, hazel eyes. Her gentle hands signal fear’s demise And through this nightmare, I find it relieving That she comes to me when daylight dies, With auburn hair and faded, hazel eyes. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 13 [informant] => surfwiththealien [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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