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City lights, a smooth breeze
Soft music, some swaying trees
Red wine glass, a heart of gold
Tears shed, Iím getting old
All my nights, are all alone
Never anyone, to share my home
So much to give, no one to take
A tortured soul, does this makeÖ

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The following comments are for "My lonely night..."
by Myndraker

The golden heart
Don't keep that golden heart all for yourself.
share it with others.
Again another sad poem from you.

( Posted by: ilgaar [Member] On: August 30, 2009 )

To ilgaar
It is true.. There is a sad romantic soul residing within who I am. Much hurt and heartache has come my way. I do know happiness.... But i do know much sorrow too.

( Posted by: Myndraker [Member] On: September 20, 2010 )

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