Midnight is far gone
For now
What should be is done
By now
Melody of flute is playing through
The silent night of hope so true
I wrote line by line
In such a late time
In every word that night
I wrote the heart of mine
The ink on my hands is dry
Like blood so blue
And tears of joy I can't hide
That's such a sad true
I wrote line by line
In such a late time
In every word that night
I wrote the heart of mine
Eyes with a colour of sky
Don't try to find a lie
It's just all my story
Long years of hope
Turned to the night of raped heart?
What is the meaning of love,
Where is a truth and a lie,
I wrote my heart in a letter that night
I wrote line by line
In such a late time
In every word that night
I wrote the heart of mine
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