Melancholic Happiness & Optimistic Tragedies
Friday, June 19, 2015
Midnight Sun
I drift into lonely patterns across the plains
Singing, laughing, dancing
I look upon the midnight sun
Watch it burn a hole through the sky
The lonely sun
As nobody watches
It shines
It's bright
I love that midnight sun
It's not so lonely anymore, love.
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