Follow me, my sweet.
Give the rush, I need.
This hour holds its hand
And you still stand.
I don't know how to make you up.
There's so much I can't see!
I've tried to break the ice, but two can't make twice.
So follow me my sweet.
When I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks...
I hope, at the most, it is you I found in me.
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Midnight Blue
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