I would pour
a glass of wine on the floor
In those dark, dark nights
You would fast, you would cry
You would protest
you would light 64 candles
You would light 89 lights
In those dark, dark nights
I would drive
….packing dreams
I would paint, I would sketch
…. Hanging hopes
You would ask me to write
To tell the stories of that sleepless night
You would ask me to try
To pond my chest of love
To hold up your head high
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