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After midnight I wake up to my dreams,
I wish to live
I wish to love.
After midnight, I want to be alive again.
The dark sky is my home,
the cold walls are my heart,
shivers run up my spine and I feel fear
as one does when still breathing.
Halfway down the nightmare
I wish to wake up again
I wish to seek the morning and hold a hand
warm enough to calm my frozen skin.
After midnight I live more,
hope higher.
After midnight I’m a passenger on a ship
in the middle of the sea.
No shore in sight
yet my eyes follow the stars.
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