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by Gabby Jun 26, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Twelve oclock midnight Seems just right To fall into a deep sleepAlmost past midnight Falling just might Be the death of meFalling falling faster every time I hit the ground once or twice Oh, how nice of you to stop byYou opened your wings so We could fly upon the clouds Of the night, bright nightOh what a bright night Its feels so right to be beside you On this lovely evening This lovely evening just might die Tonight[x3]We fly across the town With every single breathe we take No mistake that we cant makeBroken windows at our feet Nothing they can see Cause we blind them with our loveThe love that they cant see Is only just the beginning The beginning of the death of me