And then when dusk becomes inevitable
Denial becomes plain as day
Admit it we must
There are words that won’t be uttered
Tones of voice reserved for others
Questions never to be asked
Surprises fade into midnight’s nothingness
And then when dusk becomes inevitable
Denial becomes plain as day
Admit it we must
There are words that won’t be uttered
Tones of voice reserved for others
Questions never to be asked
Surprises fade into midnight’s nothingness
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