All Good Things
She was a dream
She was a whisper
She was a time
When once he kissed her
She was a wish
She was a vision
She was a place
He’s not since risen
She was a laugh
She was a wonder
She was a gift
Was torn asunder
He longs to dream
He craves the whisper
He counts the time
Again to’ve kissed her
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