The longing conversation lasts the night,
humming melodies,
singing stories,
almost melt the walls of mine.
You're the nightingale that sings,
to wish you stay and chime more beats.
and no larks to shall be seen.
The longing conversation lasts the night,
humming melodies,
singing stories,
almost melt the walls of mine.
You're the nightingale that sings,
to wish you stay and chime more beats.
and no larks to shall be seen.
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Your slightly awkward English is charming and tells a lot about you! Your confidence and need to tell your story is so strong, you have to sing it! Thank you for this!
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