For something there is nothin there,
These nights meant something more than the day,
the words of love hadn't had an unexplained way,
That nothing can define it anyways,
Long I last for these rains,
For nothing seems better than these rain,
Dreamy world i live in,
Love to be lost just to fit in,
The love for the roses of white,
To make me fall it day and night,
Curious for the lust of life,
I feed up it day and night. . . . .
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