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In the Garden of my Dreams

Where Time and Memory Collide,

I Wait in the Hush of What used to Be,

Beyond the vanity of Pride.

Where once upon a vanished Time

We Shared and Hoped in Unity;

We Danced in Blissful, Romantic Rhyme;

We Sighed in Sweet Serenity.

In the Garden of my Dreams

I Stand in Reverence, Never Debating;

For You, Beloved, to Return to me,

Where I Linger, Breathlessly Waiting.

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~Morgan~
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