Late at night
Before the stroke of Midnight
I find myself in a crowd
A crowd of people at a ball
People dance about,
Hair done up,
Party makeup,
And all with masks
That hide they're faces
Fancy gowns
and dark suits,
Everyone following
the one they love
Except for me...
I see a man,
I believe it's him
I know it is.
I follow him to the balcony,
Where the Moon was Luminous,
He just stands there
Until he hears my foot steps.
As I get closer,
He seems to be taking a liking to me
A foot apart,
He looks deep into my eyes,
Takes off my mask as I take off his,
And we kiss, Until the Stroke of Mid Night
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