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IN THE DARK
Past the midnight hour, when it's dark,
Come, let's once more walk in the park,
Come, let's rekindle the anonimity,
When I didn't know you, or you me.
Perhaps, once more you will trip and fall,
Perhaps, I shall once more heed your call,
The call, like old times, long ago,
When I was your friend, not your foe.
There shall be no moon to light the way,
The stars will appear, we cannot say,
The intensity of the hidden path,
Will be greater than your heart's wrath.
Why bother about the worldly jokes,
Why care about disdainful folks,
The matter concerns just you and me,
The warmth of my love, your cold fury.
The lake and its water will be still,
A second will be like climbing a hill,
Past the midnight hour, in the park,
Just the two of us, let's once more walk.
