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Nov 2020
When the clock strikes noon
I begin to wish for the dark
To see your face
Bring light to the moon

My Dear
You are the echo from the rhythm of my heart
How can breathing so close
Carry us so far apart
If love is loss and pain
Then what is left is what remains
Emptiness and sorrow
How can one-man dance
When no songs will play tomorrow
Written by
Brett  28/M/NYC
(28/M/NYC)   
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