DemonStark
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Thinking of You Beneath the Moon
Night is like ink, speckled with starlight,
Night is like ink, speckled with starlight,
She leans by the window, twirling her hair with her fingertips.
She leans by the window, twirling her hair with her fingertips.
The wind brings the scent of flowers from afar,
The wind brings the scent of flowers from afar,
But it doesn’t bring the familiar scent of him.
But not the familiar scent of him.
#BTC
In the lake of her heart, ripples spread outward,
In the lake of her heart, ripples spread outward,
Each ring carrying his name.
Each ring carrying his name.
Memories like fine rain,
Memories are like fine rain,
Night is like ink, speckled with starlight,
She leans by the window, twirling her hair with her fingertips.
She leans by the window, twirling her hair with her fingertips.
The wind brings the scent of flowers from afar,
The wind brings the scent of flowers from afar,
But it doesn’t bring the familiar scent of him.
But not the familiar scent of him.
#BTC
In the lake of her heart, ripples spread outward,
In the lake of her heart, ripples spread outward,
Each ring carrying his name.
Each ring carrying his name.
Memories like fine rain,
Memories are like fine rain,
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