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May 16
I see the lights through the window
Forming shapes in your ceiling
We lie in bed and you look at me
You don't say what you are thinking
But you smile and get closer.

I hear the traffic through my window
Keeping me awake till late at night
Too late to say what I was thinking
That time I wanted to stay
But left anyway.
Written by
       Peter Gareth, TD, Inkedpgs, Godawan, Prerna Singh and 15 others
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