Are you going to shine through the clouds on me.
More striking than nadine.
The way the clouds try to block you/
Hide you from us.
I can almost feel your message.
This slightly warm windless night has been granted by you.
Hopeless romantics will whoo how they whoo.
We´ll never hear the end of it.
But will you share your strength, all feminine up there.
Send it down slow.
Move it down to my jagged soul.
Round it.
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