Cold cold desert.



I'll come when the midnight sun fades away into darkness
and the mighty angels come bid goodbye.
I'll come a when the gloomy skies are set apart
and the wind is calmer than the soul. 
I'll come when the sun rises and the moon fades away, 
I'll come when nothing seems to be right, 
cos time has made us this way. 


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