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Midnight Sun

Isn't it sad how memories die,
How they turn to ash and wither away?
Isn't it sad how we walk away,
How we turn and walk away?

Isn't it sad how without regret we burn
The bridges that kept us from burning?
Isn't it sad how somehow we lose track,
How we go on and never look back?

Isn't it sad that you die not by the hand
Of your enemy,
But by the hand
Of your friend?

My midnight sun to warm me,
That's all I want right now.

16.02.2011
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