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Low lights of London, lighting the way His hand enlaces with hers, there to stay Eyes squint at their perfect figure As I try not to slowly wither,
The cold of the winter is repelled by Their warm embrace, while I-I'm Left shivering as dawn takes place,
His lips once grazed mine At the center of the ice rink I thought it was sign But it was me on the brink
The nights we spent chugging drinks on end, The neon lights our guidance, Exchanging thoughts and kisses Dreams and dishes, Realising wishes?
Alas, it ended as it started As he was the one who doubted. Or maybe it was me who distracted This city fantasy might have been the ending of me But at least it was spent with some company
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