Whisper my name, in the night,
and I'll be there, to hold you tight.
I'll steal away, with the coming of dawn;
when shines your skin, with light of morn. ...
Feel the night, black as coal;
and soft as velvet, beneath your fingertips.
The sun has set, Leaving us with memories,
of a neon sunset that shocked the sky ...
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