I just wrote that last part of the top of my head. Minute by minute.
Soulful yearnings filled with love A loving voice full of heart and lust Then churning on and on The night begins to sing a tune. Exact appeal of burning Silhouettes glowing every delight In shine and the day dies howling Against the platinum moon If ever I've fondly conjured a Midnight storm, a delay of Foreplay was born the sound Of thunder a wonder. What causes thunder to fear?
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