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The blue of tears and the red of pain mix into a light-purple night
Hold out your cold hand and ridicule crying
Time is a chain that will sometime forgive melting, forgotten things.
Tied up in threads that cannot be severed outside the loop
Pretend to sleep lightly, and there aren't even fading dreams.
The waxing and waning of the moon is a silver circle.
and there are no countable meanings
Loneliness and loneliness and a sweltering night.
Spin and weave heaps of night clothing.
Out of these soaked moments spanning this darkness,
Are the feelings buried deep within your chest.
Pretend to sleep lightly,
and there aren't even fading dreams.
The waxing and waning of the moon is a silver circle.
and there are no countable meanings.
Loneliness and loneliness and a sweltering night.
Spin and weave heaps of night clothing.
Out of these soaked moments spanning this darkness,
Are the feelings buried deep within your chest.