Midnight

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Sometimes I wonder if it's really midnight
When I hear your voice in my dreams
The sun has set
And night has finally been redeemed
The stars outside remind me of your glow
The moment I remembered your face
Who would've known?
That it was truly midnight's grace
I close my eyes finally
And set myself to sleep
When I hear the midnight noises
I consider them like voices
But they don't always creep
Sometimes I wish I can take the stars with me
And see them glow
Because hearing your voice makes me smile
It's the midnight hours
That's all I know

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