A Midnight Call

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A Mid Night Call


I have both dreams and loveInvolved buried in his hands,Passion and heart wrenching sorrowIn ancient times I covered behind the clouds;In my four sided door design patternsWhen the latch burnt Love,The dust gathered in the springWhy will see him crying.Touch the kind of thing I've drownedCrushing apart the leafs and petals;Why sunny corner rubbishAround me, however, to drawAlways brush to scratch and let happiness;I still bloody dust,In The Ear flows A midnight call

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