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From where did she come
New to the night
He cannot approach
To soon since the last
Heart is weary
Hazel eyes and long brown hair fill his brain
She speaks to him
Smoldering flame goes cold
Laughter and stares
A brief touch
It cant be time to leave
Will he see her
Is there is another
He stands there as she goes
Will he see her
Emtpy nights
Searching the room
Empty nights
Will he see her
A tap on the shoulder
Hazel eyes on his
No more searching
Join me he says
Out into the night he runs
A lonely number

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