Again

Again

I am sorry again
for how I've been
because if I'm strange
no thoughts'd derange
my feelings for you.

You almost make me blue
because I like so much.
If we'd never touch,
and lost all contact,
I'd question the fact...

as if we never met.

You're a dream lent
so that I would get
what dreams meant
again.

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