it is your dirty mind
that works now,
I am happy with that woman,
and she laughs the loudest
when we are together,
we do nothing but talk,
we enjoy each other's company
and we never thought about what
you are thinking,
the night is cold but we stay
warm with our friendship,
the night is dark but our clean
conscience provides the light
you must be too lonely,
lurking in the dark, spying on us,
and then telling all those
unfounded stories,
there will be more nights for
us to enjoy, more jokes, and more
laughter for this darkness,
our lights stay, our spirits soar,
our minds sleep on soft grasses,
our bodies rest without sins.
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