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01/03/99

Last night
The fog encircled me,
Embraced me
Out of that fog, you came

I dreamed of you Ė
How rare this is,
For Iíve been away so long
But was I even there?

Was it really you I dreamed of,
Or the other Ė
That unreachable soul,
The one that I donít know,
Yet the one I need so badly?

The fog has receded;
Your image never will.