"Can I Borrow Your Goodnights?"

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Another cold, sad evening,
I can feel my heart shivering.

Seeking for something I don't know where to begin,
Watch as the tears fall on my chin.

You are always been part of my fantasy,
Having you in my dream is more than any chunk of jewelry.

Lifting my hand to the gray atmosphere,
Existence without you is nowhere.

Keeping my admiration in your photographs,
Am I a fool? I whispered and laughs.

Catch a glimpse of how sudden the night changes,
But your sole goodnight stays in my soul for ages.

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