Nights Alone

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    Nights Alone

    The time has come
    I've been sitting on white cloud's too long
    been daydreaming of an angel all day
    I'm in love with this angel
    in every possible way
    the touch of his skin
    takes every inch of my breath away
    night's my cloud turns black
    whenever he comes to lay
    his love is dark
    his word's are silent
    as we play
    in darkness to myself I say
    "I wish he'd stay"
    tears shed when he's nowhere near
    I beg for him to stay
    and I beg a little more
    because as he leaves I begin to die
    just until he's here another day
    nights we're so close to heaven
    but my cloud is were it end's
    nights I'm left alone
    I'm in love with an angel
    who seems to never know his home.

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