04. Leroy's Latin Lament

The dreams we share,
The way we feel might be in our minds,
Another time.
But I try to make them real.
When we speak without words and touch each other's soul,
Are we whole?
We set no time for love refined,
It could pass our fingertips,
Not noticed what's missed,
'till our hearts are finished trying.
Oh, I long for your warmth.
Look back to that loving time we had

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