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This post is for those who captivate me by the use of mere words.

My lips are sealed as you sing  in my ear. Sing things that no one else will hear, and things that no else could think of. And there’s that feeling again. That feeling that keeps you up at night and makes you smile and say “everything’s alright”.

And it is. Everything was wrong but now it’s alright. ‘Cuz now you’re here beside me singing songs in my ear. You sing of fallen lovers and how they get back on their feet. And how we’ll never be like that ‘cuz we’ll hold each other steady. You sing of noble princes that fell in love with peasant girls and how the sun cycles backwards when stories like these are heard…

As night begins to fall your voice begins to fade and your tired eyes close. Come morning light…

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