August
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Everything changes, for stuff to stay the same stuff will need to change.
Good bye morning sky, welcome moon light oh glorious beems of hope.
I'm not borred anymore life offers thrills and rides I could never have expected.
So when the nightingale sings theres left a whole lot of warmth and mystery.
I take my own hand and i walk of into the twillight to far to ever more be in sight.
Cause when the light comes there is no more in the dead of the night.
Good bye morning sky, welcome moon light oh glorious beems of hope.
I'm not borred anymore life offers thrills and rides I could never have expected.
So when the nightingale sings theres left a whole lot of warmth and mystery.
I take my own hand and i walk of into the twillight to far to ever more be in sight.
Cause when the light comes there is no more in the dead of the night.
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