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When the night comes, we meet again.
Shadows in the dark.
Two souls slip into the room,
Walking on our toes, silence is the theme.
Don't say a word, my blue baby,
Our lips talk in no sound,
Fluid is the language we exchange.
Don't make a sound, my little angel,
Moaning wakes up fairies in the night,
They are listening, trying to steal our joy.
Tangling bodies, are wonderland we explore,
Your skin, is my ladder to heaven.
Sweat gets in my eyes,
So I see tears in yours.
Baby, don't cry for the coming dawn.
When the night comes, we meet again. |
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