In the shadows of the night,
When most are hidden and bundled tight,
I hear a calm and capturing song
That leads and pulls my heart along.
Captured in the song's beauty
I wonder how it came to me.
And why it tries to whisk away
The problems I have faced today.
Is it friend, or is it foe?
Can I trust it? I don't know.
Is everything as it seems
Or am I merely in a dream.
In the shadows of the night,
When most are hidden and bundled tight,
I hear a song that most don't hear
And all my troubles disappear.
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I love the flow in this, like a calming night breeze.
~Spinxie~
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Ay, Ay, I am your little butterfly;
Green, Black, and Blue make the colors in the sky.
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