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Every night I'm plagued with Dreams.
Dreams, Dreams.
Scenes. Vicious.
Toxic, and Cruel
Of him holding her;
No hand for me.
They leave.
And my face turns green;
For Envy
Is all I have to cling to now.

Dreams. Dreams. Dreams
Dreams Dreams.
I cannot escape them.
For flee I cannot,
And dream I must.
Dreams. Dreams.
Plaguing, Cruel,

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