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No Other Night
No other night in my long string of nights compares.
My sadness found his touch that haunts me still.
A solid thing to be held and kept always close.
How many morning suns will burn before my parting?
My sadness found his touch that haunts me still.
A solid thing to be held and kept always close.
How many morning suns will burn before my parting?
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