Night is here in my veins I'm losing again And not much remains Come Lay down next to me I'll tell you a bit Of who I used to be I was a handsome Golden boy you see Full of summer Morning poetry Dawn A soft winter's day A room full of dope And cheap lingerie I love you my friend And though we just met You're at least as lost As me So let's close the drapes And lose the new day And see how dark We can be
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