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That night Everything worked as one The stars hung from the sky like spiders She hated spiders, but at this moment it didn't matter That night The skyline unreal It seemed like it had been painted with one stroke The brush was uneven, but that didn't matter That Night The snow fell softly Floating in the air like thousands of cotton balls It never reached the ground, but that didn't matter That night The air was cold Caressing her skin, it created a sense of urgency This normally would hinder her slumber, but that didn't matter That Night Was a good night for sleeping |
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