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these were our nights
a fallen prince
and his Mystery
we would stay out late
we would stay in early
dancing on a canvas of our own design
drinking from the glass of yours and mine
this was all my love
but it was yours
not mine
now these are our nights
a fallen prince
and a distant mystery
i stay out late
you left too early
fallen victim to a dreamless sleep
awake in the night of our beautiful day
this is my night
and this,
my love.
- JT
9:28pm Oct 27 '08
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