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The nights could have been naked,

Yes, yet they are here beneath my waking eyes

Dressed, bruised, in denial

Like me... Consoling my weary heart!

The nights make me remember of someone

Hidden there behind the viels

of my memories

Chasing me through those memories.

Where happiness blossom under her bare soft feet

Touching every nerve as she stares at the wide empty sky...

As she runs.. runs....

While I remember her....

Her sweet frangrance drips from my memories

Into my bottomless days..

As i remember her..

The nights hanging in denial...

As she remembers me.....

I see her lips whispering softly

Touching the fingers of my memories

As rain consoles us...

Consoles us in denial.....

She visits the vast regions of my lonely heart....

Echoes... Echoes... Giggles... Echoes...

While we run...

While we run....

Innocent Sun.