A faded memory now
As she lives in my dreams
But she is still alive and well
And even had a night saving me.
An angelic form she has
Where the promising spirit lives
Filled with hope and love
More life to me she had to give.
Alone in the gutter
Where all my promise was left to sit
I’m sure she was real-
For I lack the talent to have imagined it.
Sure she was…
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