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Night lights that glow
flash us yellow

Midnight rain washes our sorrow
and keep the city mellow

Fingers intertwine
Yours with mine
The feeling is fine
Like 200 years old wine
Everything else could be far behind

So let’s go
Just take it slow
But don’t let go…

Just don’t let everything blow.

~ by d-i-t-y-a on December 30, 2006.