The night is singing with sighs of love
From its corridors, rays of light pattern magnetic nanodots
I cross the night
Suffering from love's pain
Now, maybe my wishes have been granted
I felt you were coming quickly to save me
As your arms used to bloom in the month of August
Undecided, though, I hesitated further
Till I left the land of desire and illusion forever
To wander about the city
And let my soul vanish in thin air, half asleep
It's late now
The thermometer signals zero degrees
Fatality, thy performance is called a finishing bonus
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