Calling tears form deep inside, oh, you're so exquisite. And in the mirror, all midnight eyes. Oh, if i could remain, but its just a visit. All midnight eyes read "vacancy." Twisted, twisting. To the lovely dancing lights, I begged "may i cut in?" but they never stopped playing "their song."of a joyous song they sing, I've heard wispers. On a
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