Dom Hunt Biography

There was never a hour when my thoughts didn't  drift to you
And fill my mind with the immensity of you 
There was never a time of regret
Only times filled with hope
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There was a time of sadness
Dark and cold it was
Love had died and rotted there
Memories and dreams both crushed
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To hear your voice 
To hear the  song
Memories of summer days
Warm summer nights 
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Do you miss me
Do you miss me as I miss you
Do days seem to blur 
Were all you do means nothing
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Days are troubled
Wearied from endless toil
Dreams disappear and crumble 
Thoughts ravage my mind 
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