Lost Chance
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Jayne Louise Davies
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I hear you calling in my dreams,
Your gentle voice it speaks me,
I long to see your face appear,
My eyes are glazed with gentle tears,
I reach out into empty space,
Hoping that you'll take my hand,
Right then I see you dressed in lace,
The sky so blue,
The view so grand,
And as I walk within your reach,
A mist comes down,
It hides the view,
Awakening from this precious dream,
I've lost my chance to be with you.
Jayne Louise Davies
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