In the Still of the Night
In the still of the night
In the still of the night when love feels real
And the night is a time to feel those deals
Because the night is a time when love fines comfort
when those feelings of loneliness are confronted.
The night is truly the time to think,
When love is their and then you blink.
And in an instance that moment of love has gone,
Gone past the minutes of ones so torn.
So if love fines you in the moment of time,
Just clear your mind and find,
A time to ponder of the lost love of time.
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