Quiet whispers in the night Calling for a friend to end This torment of loneliness A midsummer's night dream in the City of lights, but again The emptiness of the sea Could you friendly stranger Answer the calls, the pleading cries To end this torment of night Or are you an illusion A perception of imagination running wild Echoes of song in the distance of the hour Bring memories of warmth gone by Do they heal a fragile soul Or cling to a vine about to dieBirth sign: Scorpio
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