Listening to the beat of drums during twilight DREAMING.
The city in the summer nights, Beats a steady drum rhythm. Slow Living does RHYME with time. Strange be a drastic decision Proceeding without permission. Bad luck? Nothing but superstition. Lying leads to reprimanding in. The Lime light to pretending. Love letters lead to a romance rekindled And some slow dance of remembrance As a symphony orchestra played late Into the AFTER THOUGHTS of midnight' s Afternoon. Worthy of a perfect dream to much to Conceive, which gives birth to unbelief And the RETURN TO REALITY. The city in the summer nights. Beats a steady drum rhythm. Slow.
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