In the middle of a dream
I re-awoke again
As lonely echoes weep
Pierce through dark corridors
In the middle of a dream
I see your shadow
Touching my cold skin
From the tunnel of light
From the middle of dream
I awoke in sweat and tears,
Reaching my phone,
Calling a spirit passed on.
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