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When white ships of mist are moored
and the moons last silver beams fades
When the night turns over to dawn
and the dew drops shiver in the glades

A name is whispered while you sleep
Soft lips plants a kiss beneath your ear
A silent prayer comes from my heart`s deep
~ I hope you never forget about me ~

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