Night sits untold
The coolness of the night will fall
Night speaks its peace
With memories of a life begun
Would you hold my hand?
Would you hold my hand?
Just hold my hand...
Lights dim and young
Begin to paint a whole new world
Though faint and small
The sum of all become one light
-Eric Owyoung
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