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Nov 2018
In this deaf night, behind our street, in the dark
The winter storm calls us in the forest park
The moon is a pale copy of your eyes, that's a mark
You enter my song like summer, that's the spark
I dream of dancing with angels, shining like a star
About how you sang and eat grapes, you play on my guitar
My words sparkle the sky, they print a scar
In my voice, there is an increasing number of char
I run wild like a wild jaguar
I just want to be your doer
Somewhere behind the sidewalk, in a small bar
With some spirit, my thoughts are spar
You enter my words tonight, the moon is following us there.

My song, this night, give me strength more
I'm looking at midnight sky, open your door
Guess me like the stars of the drops, hit the core
Bend from the head strange gore
I dream angels and winter ****
It enters my skin like a warm shore.

Highly somewhere in the universe flying my word, Flying in the storm is getting harder
This is a long title and first, second, third
Where are you tonight eagle, my holy bird.
The winds hit me in the back, everything is cold, my song she is mine in my blood, it's gold
This night, in the dark night, with the angels wearing something, reading my words secretly, it shows me some mold
Lightning rod, this is our sign old
Under the deep clouds, a distant thunder is heard, this night I am wonder
What is my lucky time and number.



My song, this night, give me the strenght more
I'm looking at midnight sky, open your door
Guess me like the stars of the drops, hit the core
Bend from the head strange gore
I dream angels and winter ****
It enters my skin like a warm shore.

In our dream, our eyes meet anew, the path of emotion makes a real breakthrough
Me and you are the only crew
Various paths are written on the wall, she waves, sends a smile and a call
I no longer feel the pain, as if I were a doll, the shadows dragged me out of the storm, the act of the protocol.
She still laughs with angels, the music box awakens the memory of illusion
Find me in a song of warm fusion, my words make evolution, maybe a good solution
Thunder creates a huge consusion.
This night, long night, the moon is dark
I dream of dancing with angels and shining like a star.
Written by
Ivan Mihajlovic  23/M/Belgrade
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