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Cold hands grip mine,
on this summer night,
light touches my eyes,
lingering with beauty
in this world
no one can be more special.
lay under the night sky
and when the dawn breaks
remember to be happy
and forget the anger
meaningful silence is all there is.
ending with me,
ending with us .

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