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“CHASING YOU IN MY DREAMS written by: Zaki Ansari @zakiashkim With this truth, that, you have gone out of my life that is also true you never left my heart and my mind always walking with me every step, side by my side And each moment I feel you beside You left in my soul dark seams And every night I’m chasing you in my dreams Not to blame you. Not questioning you Neither want to show anger or insulting you Just to feel your love again one more time hold me in your hug for a while if it’s last time let me see your face in moonbeams And every night I’m chasing you in my dreams Let’s come sit down together and compose again Let’s try to write our story this time without pain There was only last note misplayed in our love song Otherwise yet after all just to each other, we belong. I’m getting tired, enough is enough, leave me bloody pain, let’s come to the end nothing going to change it clearly seems So to die in your embrace Every night I’m chasing you in my dreams So to die in your embrace Every night I’m chasing you in my dreams”

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"Zaki's Gift Of Love"

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