THE NIGHT BELONGS TO YOU.
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the whites of your eyes
turn black in the lowlight.
in turning divine,
we tangle endlessly
like lovers intwined.
i know for the last time,
you will not be mine.
so give me the night, the night, the night.
- THE NIGHT DOES NOT BELONG TO GOD, SLEEP TOKEN.
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