When the night comes, I see her in dream

  slowly strolling down a path to a nearby river

  as her friends all play happily by the stream

  I feel the joy only her sweet smile can deliver.

  Every evening was the same, as I took her hand

  walking a trail bathed in soothing moonlight

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  and while I was mindful this was a dreamland

  each night those moments always felt so right.

  I have not laid real eyes on her in many a year

  depending only on frail memory to remember

  and as I lay thy head down, I have a deep fear

  this is the night memory fails, and I forget her.

  I'll keep trying to remember for as long as I can

  a brutal endeavour, considering its short lifespan.