All Time
Its 3 o'clock in the morning
And conversations of old come flooding into my brains
A message to them that arise in the dead of the night
To whisper a thing or to unto the beloved
What a way of starting a day being of one mind and spirit
Im compelled to arise from my slumber and remind him that he still got my heart
Its only a thing that lovers know
Only a place where lovers go
I am my beloved's and he is mine
And when the dark melts and light appear
We are way stronger than the day before
And midnight conversations will never be a bore.
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