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In this fever And sleeping as it overrides my ability A diaform of carrying the day It seems a day is all it takes to forget That our watches run backwards And our cells begin to disappear Loosing what colour they once retained Possession framing intentionary (sounds like Latin words) In hidden messages What dreams do you have for me? In hidden messages What dreams do you have for me? What dreams do you have for me now? From Letras Mania