days... nights... love's flight... we keep the hearts scared but there
is times we have fights. the gray in the shadow and the red of bliss can be
so cruel when it's meant for you. I promise that that i was meant for
you.
everything charished turn to gold, but did those items just get sold? Days
nights... love's flight... losing it's fight. the war of roses
with hateful poses were meant to keep you safe. under my wing and that our
love is everlasting. days nights... love's lost it's fight.
 
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