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I see your smiling face everytime I close my eyes

Then I open my eyes and you’re not there.

I sense the smell of your sweet cologne

And admire foolishly the reflection

I hear your voice calling me in my dreams

Then I awake so broken-hearted

I feel the touch of your embrace

And long to have you near

The journey of our love had just begun

Already it altered from red to dun

We didn’t intend to let it escape

Our concept was but to give it shape

Although we trusted our leading path

It deceived our minds direct to death

The decisions made were surely best

Perhaps we’ll assemble at a quest

Written in 1988

MBM-Tine Brice