Tempo of the Night
the lights just glow
seen with calm eyes
you take it slow
nervousness dies
good times, old friends
the beat is warm
all of this lends
to end the storm
you lose a laugh
look up and smile
you know you have
to stay a while
seen with calm eyes
you take it slow
nervousness dies
good times, old friends
the beat is warm
all of this lends
to end the storm
you lose a laugh
look up and smile
you know you have
to stay a while
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The numbers are turning to words. Bravo!
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