Mystical
Far off in a distance beckoning to come,
I saw a silhouette urging me to run.
And as I approached the nearer I came,
the silhouette faded like a ghost with no name.
How peculiar I thought,
what did this mean?
Just when I woke up,
and knew it was a dream.
Hearthrob
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