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Night comes and we welcome it
The present becomes temptation.
The hours pass by; I’m not in a hurry.
The rhythm accommodates us in syncopation.
Minutes pass, I’m not afraid.
The earth trembles and my heart beats
We dance in the shadows aloof
The rain falls and my soul is complete.
Our cries become song;
Our movements become art.
Time stands still and then moves faster.
We pretend we’ll never be apart.
Bodies intertwined in harmony
Lives united by the most passionate of loves.
Syncopation that becomes music
Night and day that become much more.