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>> Faded Memories << Memories. Fantasy Of me as dear to you Mulled too long. At last, Fading fast. Dream Was the means By which I could attain shadows. Failing substance cast,

Simply conjured, Simply passed, Past unclaimed.

Your face, A glance, Dread and dream Embraced in dance.

A flat or sharp of love returned, Prefers to symphonies of hope Unearned. Songs of passion singed these lips Until illusion's joy was stripped Away with youth. In truth, Lost in wishes, not to be, Dreams by day are not for free. As logs Ablaze Are we consumed with change? We can blight, Or We can warm the night. In that glow, we glean From fields we've never sewn