she let the the melody guide her hips and silence wash over her lips, she closed her eyes and thought of starry skies, for once in her life she didn't feel afraid, she smiled and swayed the night away.
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midnight melodies
she let the the melody guide her hips and silence wash over her lips, she closed her eyes and thought of starry skies, for once in her life she didn't feel afraid, she smiled and swayed the night away.