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I want to tell you something nice


Awake, awake my love!
I want to tell you something.
In summer nights I can hear stars falling,
the sound of the big city revel.

I want to tell you something nice
about the darkness you believe
we live in and are forever going against,
how the world stops spinning
catches fire, falls in our hearts.

I want to tell you something good
about how you’re getting bigger
and more beautiful,
how I am dying of happiness in
your existence

I wanted to tell you something nice
but you’re asleep.




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