Slowly, in the silent night.
The room is frozen in silence.
Up til 12, a single light.
From a sleeping girl and a boy.
Counting coins all night long.
A single song,
makes the whole thing start again.
Which night is this?
The night I write a poem.
Which Poem?
This.
The room is frozen in silence.
Up til 12, a single light.
From a sleeping girl and a boy.
Counting coins all night long.
A single song,
makes the whole thing start again.
Which night is this?
The night I write a poem.
Which Poem?
This.
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