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In the stage of the night

In the stage of the night, Many dreams aren’t real; On wee hours I fly, Just to find other deals. My mind goes to the clouds, Body sits in some planets; And the sea shore is mine, When the passion’s started. Shining bedrooms are glowing, With the magic around; Many beings have desires, Mixing lips, kissing mine. In the stage of the night, Sex and love are coworkers; They are fantasy and vibe, Bringing forth light and pleasures.

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