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Why is that I am called To the bluest hour Where the mists roll off the hills Rain spackle's the windows Drizzle dances on your lips Overcast comforts my trembles As the waves crash and churn They whisper the softest of melodies Where my dreams hang in the balance
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Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 2:47 AM UTC
Blue Hour
Why is that I am called To the bluest hour Where the mists roll off the hills Rain spackle's the windows Drizzle dances on your lips Overcast comforts my trembles As the waves crash and churn They whisper the softest of melodies Where my dreams hang in the balance
Vinnie
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Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 2:47 AM UTC
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