at the midnite stroke
i'm sitting here alone
listening to the nature of song
the drops of the rain on the roof
make me lost in my thought
the shinning blue sky just refuse to help
the thin red line at dusk torn as apart
a field of roses bloom oderless
birds and bees has stop singing
left silent ticking in time
in the full moonface,
the star light brightly
in the dark of night
i lost your shadow
and i put all my hope
hoping that
my tomorrow morning
my pocket will full of sunshine
that will bright my days
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