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Sitting here in my dark room, Under the warm sheets of gloom. I remember what it's like, On a mountain hike. I can see the reassuring Green, The cool sensation that it brings. Touched by your smile my queen. Spending the nights under the sky, Over the grass I hear a lullaby. The melody of your eye. I remember the intimidating forest It drained me to the fullest, Need the gental warmth of your embrace. Choked by the painful fume, I can feel the void of doom, Sitting here in my dark room.
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Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 1:58 AM UTC
My Dark Room
Sitting here in my dark room, Under the warm sheets of gloom. I remember what it's like, On a mountain hike. I can see the reassuring Green, The cool sensation that it brings. Touched by your smile my queen. Spending the nights under the sky, Over the grass I hear a lullaby. The melody of your eye. I remember the intimidating forest It drained me to the fullest, Need the gental warmth of your embrace. Choked by the painful fume, I can feel the void of doom, Sitting here in my dark room.
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Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 1:58 AM UTC
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