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Paris at Night
Streetlights bleeding gold onto cobbled stones so old, and a ghost lingering in the fading light. I wanted to bring to life the memory of laughter that used to flow in the glow of a little café. It is a nostalgic, bittersweet letter to a love that brought me to my knees—a 'beautiful disease'.
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THE VERSES
Streetlights bleedin' gold
On cobbled stone so old
My heart a story untold
A memory taking hold
Raindrops on the pane
Whispering your name
Oh Paris at night
A bittersweet delight
You're still in my sight
A ghost in the fading light
That little café glow
Where our laughter used to flow
A silent movie show
From long ago
Every shadow every breeze
Carries whispers through the trees
A love that brought me to my knees
Now just a beautiful disease
Oh
ECHOES FROM THE VOID
Enter the Gate