Night's Promise, Morning's Truth
How much did I drink last night?
Morning comes and takes a bite
out of my soul with fangs of light,
a halo of pain blurs my sight.
How long did we dance last night?
The champagne made my head feel light.
Within your arms my heart took flight.
Everything was oh, so right!
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