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Fantasy Lover

It was a magical time, so long long ago

Tingles we felt from our head to our toes

Walks on the beach, holding each other tight

Sitting and waiting for the sun to leave sight

Whispers from winds and leaves gently fell

Wilting of flowers, respect soon to dwell

Regrets filled the sky turning the night black

History repeated, there is no way to return back

For the love we once had, once was so kind

One heart has turned cold, as well as one’s mind

Complicated matters, directed this scene

A fantasy lover could have never turned mean.

Much Love Much Life