Darkness Creeps over
Like a Blanket
Covering everything in its path
The Sun has set
Trees disappear
Into varying shapes
The soft rustle of Wind
A quiet Horizon
I take your Hand
And walk into Oblivion
You are all I Want and Need
Nothing Less
And Nothing More
Like a Blanket
Covering everything in its path
The Sun has set
Trees disappear
Into varying shapes
The soft rustle of Wind
A quiet Horizon
I take your Hand
And walk into Oblivion
You are all I Want and Need
Nothing Less
And Nothing More
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