The Midnight Hour
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Pulsating urge searching for the lights I nurtured my hope for the scintillation it weaves as I wandered through the sleepless nights caressing the dreaming dew on the grass leaves
Pulsating urge searching for the lights I nurtured my hope for the scintillation it weaves as I wandered through the sleepless nights caressing the dreaming dew on the grass leaves
