I must muster through the clutter...
I can hear an echo ring out.
Can anyone hear me?
I tried to maintain things, yet find myself alone.
Everything now seems shown.
I can hear an echo ring out.
So I just stop and sit there on top.
I must listen to my heart.
I must muster through the clutter.
The beat began to ring out the more it echoed out.
Can anyone hear me?
Muster through the clutter...
I stood up with arms wide open and than let them drop.
I hear and echo ring out.
There was no worry for a bunch of lovebirds caught me.
The flapping of their wings was a nice beat.
The new feeling before me was great.
I felt loved and it couldn't be maintained.
I was higher than the mountains, away from any clutter, but I still shuddered.
The new feeling before me was great.
I hear an echo ring out.
In no time I was back on top, rest assured that love is patient when you find yourself stuttering in a clutter.
Some things just can't be maintained.
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Midnight Blue
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