That room where we used to love
still stays,
that bed which we used to mess
keeps fresh
those memories of us,
lovers hand in hand.
All the dreams we made,
promises never kept,
as time flows by
I keep asking myself
were you ever there?
were you just a dream
that my loveless heart
made up?
Will you keep me warm
as winter nights walk pass
and summer never comes back,
as love never falls appart,
only in my heart
as dreamer I am
living in the past
between sweet memories of us,
as a dreamer I am.
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