Mystic nights in the light of the shining moon, sitting alone in the dark.|
I am waiting for someone to enter my room.
I stand patiently waiting at the door, with a dairy in my hand for those.
Anyone that wants to be close.
I light the candles of a passionate scent that brings forth a tented flame,
as I embrace you in a hold that love would call a game.
Visitations oh Visitations.
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