for all the nights i've been low,
i think of the golden hour spent;
were i found comfort in the utter silence,
yet felt alone, but secure,
with her.
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for all the nights i've been low,
i think of the golden hour spent;
were i found comfort in the utter silence,
yet felt alone, but secure,
with her.
