Stay
strange kind of fashion
you were my forever passion
there a wrong and a right
no more fighting in the dead of night
the trees that blow to the sweet winds push
my sickened day has come
my mind thinks of you only you
my heart so ever blue
the passion or just the fashion of you keeps my dreams alive
for another day
so please stay
the nightwalker
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