A lonely dark night, where silence takes flight.No walk – everything is quite.Who cares, this is midnight.Everyone sleeping, even few are dreaming.Not a person streaming – everything is right.Who cares, this is midnight.Some are crying, deep in pain.Some are dying, just in vain – everything is blind.Who cares, this is midnight.People can’t find themselves,People can’t bid farewells – everything is fight.Who cares, this is midnight.People are QUIET, People are RIGHT and People in FIGHT,Nothing is bright.Who cares, this is midnight!...
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A lonely dark night, where silence takes flight.
No walk – everything is quite.
Who cares, this is midnight.
Everyone sleeping, even few are dreaming.
Not a person streaming – everything is right.
Who cares, this is midnight.
Some are crying, deep in pain.
Some are dying, just in vain – everything is blind.
Who cares, this is midnight.
People can’t find themselves,
People can’t bid farewells – everything is fight.
Who cares, this is midnight.
People are QUIET, People are RIGHT and People in FIGHT,
Nothing is bright.
Who cares, this is midnight!
