Midnight musings

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It's late and you are smiling Your eyes sparkle with mischief. It's late and you are laughing A smile flickers across your face and your eyes meet mine.   My brain is foggy with sleep,
There's light in the night, when the sounds die down, and the rhythmic whoosh of the car, is the only thing, in the safe distance, there's peace in the night. -----
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