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Down memory lane in dreams, keeping an eye out for
as I tossed and turned, insomnia knocking at my door
with eyes of my Eleanor and tears of ninety-four
as if it were yesterday she slipped away from my arms

Forevermore now beneath the ground's floor  
but soon the lords of Thor will spore my bones
that I might rest with my Eleanor
playing leapfrog in my mind's fog

As the spirits of winter fill my glass with frost
in condensation of your crimson lips of hue
with eyes of my Eleanor and tears of ninety-four
down memory lane in dreams, keeping an eye out for

 

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