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There was a dark grey summer sky, but somehow he put colours on it (Including black).

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by Midnight_Venara

by Midnight_Venara

Remember that night?

You called me pretty,

And I blushed under my makeup.

Remember that night?

You tried to kiss me so many times,

I avoid it,

But we kissed goodbye.

Remember that night?

You took my hands,

And started swinging me above the sand,

We danced under the stars.

Remember that night?

You hold me tight as I laid my head on your chest,

And I want to stay forever with you.

Because I remember it well, Love.