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Keeper of my Dreams

She sits quietly there,
Hiding behind my eyes,
Watching me live,
Watching me try.

She sees me rise;
She sees me fall.
The love, the pain,
She sees it all.

She tells me she's here,
And understands,
With a soft spoken word,
Or a touch of her hand.

I am not crazy,
Though that I may seem.
I know she is there,
Inside of me.

With her green eyes,
And butterfly wings,
She is the keeper,
Of my dreams.

(Unknown).

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