She hunts in dreams the finer things
with eyes alive to chase
those lines refined and oft remind
of tearful time's embrace
Echoes play as darkness fades
from youthful shades of black
into the night where dreams invite
and time goes flowing back
Heart discern as memories churn
where time and tears retrace
to hunt in dreams the finer things
with eyes alive to chase
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