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Sometimes we lay there at night, talking for hours upon hours until the morning light. You exist in head, my heart and my soul for free, one of life's late night mysteries.
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Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 2:01 AM UTC
Late night mysteries
Sometimes we lay there at night, talking for hours upon hours until the morning light. You exist in head, my heart and my soul for free, one of life's late night mysteries.
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Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 2:01 AM UTC
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