“I follow the night; can’t stand the light
When will I begin, to live again?
What more could your love do for me?
When will love be through with me?
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends?”
Why, indeed?
Right now though, the light is appealing. A picnic on the beach, a walk along the lake, some fish at the pier...
See you when I get back. Be good now!
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