midst of mist

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glimpse of sunlight
is in the palm of your hands
hearing my voice calls u at midnight
it hits different in wherever we might land

you lead, i follow
you ease my sorrows
in a swift, we drift
we lost in the midst of mist

good times, as said, never last
we phased out so fast
nevertheless, even in short time,
your world and i were aligned

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