Say something
all these time, after
swallowing my pride
daydreaming
tumbling
Midnight, in the moonlight
you would never know,
the breezes and the stars,
I'm looking at them too,
sorry, I can't get to you,
I'm looking at you afar,
because they do not know,
I could never go back to the dark days,
when you bright my darkest nights.
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