They turn the lights down low,
In shadows hiding from the world,
Only coming out when it gets cold
The seas part when they hit the floor,
The voices carry on and out the door,
Everything you touch turns into gold
Like the angel you are laugh creating,
A lightness in my chest,
Your eyes they penetrate me, (your answers always maybe)
That
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