My Thrill in the Night
I walk outside and what do I see?
The everlasting night looking back at me.
I want to run, I want to sing, I want to dance,
I want to do everything.
The air is so sweet,
It draws me in.
I never want to leave,
But I know it must all come to an end.
My mother calls,
I must go in.
My thrill in the night,
Comes to an end.
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