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The Street of Misguided DreamsThe Street of Misguided Dreams December 4, 2002The Street of Misguided Dreams
The street of misguided dreams It's light beckons It's darkness shrouds
Faces hidden Behind yellowed panes of tainted glass Glass so thickly colored
It hides what lies within
The faces of dreams stored away They look upon me As I walk down this dank street But I can not look upon them
Their screams of warning Lay silent behind locked doors My dreams they are running
Running from the darkness They are running from the dark depths of my mind They are runni
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