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song of the night

deep in the night

all the joy here beside you

feeling our spirits

rise and converge


deep in the night

with the dance of holding

folding our arms

and our hearts as one


deep in the night

our darkness behind us

the new secrets find us

full and alive


deep in the night

as i turn to kiss you

your eyes shine those signs

of friendship and love.




-- douglas brent smith

 

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