There may come a day
When what we have may dwindle
Into a cloud made of
Unenchanted dust

But these are the nights
To use as passion's kindle
These are the nights made
Specifically for us

I can't believe
That we might not endure
But I'd be naive
To think that life could be so pure

Hold me now as if
Time suddenly were stiff
Though time may be forever in a rush
These nights were made specifically for us

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