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I'll glue it all together And we'll call each other friends These words I write are lonely Scribed in my heart's defense I'll get my pen and paper And draw my dreams of you 'Cause I'll never know the real thing Dreams and drawings will have to do I'll fold them up and hold them tight Never willing to let go I'll bury them deep inside of me So these feelings never show Then someday Once I've passed away And my flesh has perished through Inside of me The worms will see My dreams and drawings of you

The gray sky blended into the dull blue Atlantic, pressing a bitter blanket  of icy fog against the rocky coast of Maine. Jack Frost nibbled at the tops of my ears as Father Time crept slowly past. Despite these destractions, it was Mother Nature whose eyes met my own, gazing back at me from the eternal deep.      Although I saw not a sail nor a ship in sight, the persistant glow from the Portland Headlamp droned on, spilling color into the grayscale landscape. The aged lighthouse stood strong against the ranks of furious war torn waves.      The icy vapor was unable to mute the piercing ray of gold, shot out like a cannon from the headla