So take my hand and I'll guide you through.
Past the twilight and morning dew.
Into the night where the stars shine so bright;
I swear that's where I'm leading you.
You have never been fond of the day.
For some reason the season of horror is the day.
But if you and I always had our way.
It'd be blissful nighttime everyday.
If you come with me we can count the stars.
We can watch the sunset for the very last time.
I know you've never been fond of staying in one place.
But at least for the moment. stay here with me.
And if this does appease.
Forever nighttime it will be.
I with you.
And you with me.
So take my hand and I'll guide you through.
Past the twilight and morning dew.
Into the night where the stars shine so bright;
I swear that's where I'm leading you.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
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