To my utter surprise,
it isn't you I see!
Instead, silence awaits me.
Oh, how I wish we were a pair.
What is that familiar sound I hear?
It is the echo of your drums,
as the awaited midnight comes.
Stormfilled clouds cover the moon,
and then it happens,
all too soon.
How can this be worth it?
When all I find is darkness,
it feels as if you drop me,
you drop me to the ground.
I've fallen!
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