There is sunlight at midnight
When all things retire
And all grey time expire
There is sunlight at midnight
There are rocks of pain
Dancing in our dreams
Dogs came and stole our last meal
Bats flew over our beds, spitting faecal maters
Clouds lash us with burning light
Then smoke us in steams
And leave us in earth’s frying pan
But my love
There is sunlight at midnight
When all things retire
And all grey time expire
There is sunlight at midnight
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