“Oh, the darkest night? I’ve seen it.” She said.
“Really?” He replied.
“Oh, the saddest song? I’ve heard it.”
“Really?”
“Oh, the coldest night? I’ve felt it.
How about you?” She asked.
“Oh, the loveliest girl?
I’ve loved her for years”, he replied.
And she smiled, sweetly.
-a.o.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
“Oh, the darkest night? I’ve seen it.” She said.
“Really?” He replied.
“Oh, the saddest song? I’ve heard it.”
“Really?”
“Oh, the coldest night? I’ve felt it.
How about you?” She asked.
“Oh, the loveliest girl?
I’ve loved her for years”, he replied.
And she smiled, sweetly.
-a.o.
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