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questions they tear my head apart
answers somewhere beyond my reach
awaking a long sleeping heart
questions rise again arousing the doubts:
was it all but a dream,
was it magic gone to waste,
was it all worth it,
was it an illusion gone in haste
how could it be good,
when it ached so much
how could it be true,
if you're not even here to touch,
will I ever be back in control,
will I ever see you again,
will I ever touch your heart,
and get sunlight out of pouring rain.