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The images would come in the night, dreams.
And then I'd wake up.
But in the dark, they were still there.
And they were beautiful.
The letters were from my best friend Jeff. He moved to California.
The images would come in the night, dreams.
And then I'd wake up.
But in the dark, they were still there.
And they were beautiful.
The letters were from my best friend Jeff. He moved to California.