Morning After that Cloudy Night

it's cold here, my dear
there's nothing but the shadow of my fear
hidden inside my nightmare
there's nothing but the frozen dew
hidden inside the silhouette of you
that i keep in my treasure box

night, night
please don't let the vampires bite
i might die soon, but
not before i find my lost heart

and in this very morning, my dear
i hear
a troop of heaven's cloud
trot forward into the darkest side
then i catch a glimpse of light
shine through the dark, velvet sky of night
and i know it's no one but
you, my dear
who suddenly come in haste
give me a brand new heart
and take out my breath

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: yes, my dear, i do love you :)

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