Dreams they come,
in the still of the night.
Some are truly wonderful
others give you,
one hell of a fright.

One second you are smiling,
being caressed by a lovers hand.
The next you are in a car,
plunging over a cliff.
Waking up screaming,
as it crashes into the sand.

Tango

Tango Tango

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