The night is dark but young A song yet unsung A deed not quite done No need for a smoking gun Since you're the only one And I'm with you The sun is long since gone But still it carries on For someone, somewhere it is dawn Their morning is your tomorrow They hold your joy You hide their sorrow And I'm with you The moon is lit but so are we Dying embers…
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