Dying Passion
Innocent
Thank you for all those nights,
Embraced in autumn melancholy
And yearning chosen and estranged,
In spite of this all intimate,
Which is binding us in one.
Thank you for all those nights,
We love to worry so much,
That we will soon repeat
What makes us the fools,
In spite of this so innocent.
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