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What is passion? that a man.
Could dream a dream that no one can.
Who dwells within this mortal state.
Ever hope to consumate.
But men, like dreams must disappear.
I'm sleepwalking again my dear.

Here in the dead of night alone.
I fear the answere can't be known.
The memory of love so warms.
Yet disappears befor it forms.
So night be given thus to fear.
I'm sleepwalking again my dear.

For that wich was, I have a care.
For life can be a sad affair.
We meet at the promise we've yet to keep.
Somewhere beyond the walls of sleep
Another night, another tear.
I'm sleepwalking again my dear.

Within my mind the futures cast.
Forever victum of the past.
So only that wich was is real.
To soothe the emptiness I feel
For one more moment to have you near.
I'm sleepwalking again my dear.

Decline this restless to and fro.
Taking my heart where it would not go
I lack the words that would explain.
My heart continues to complain
I speak in dreams and hope you hear.
I'm sleepwalking again my dear.










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