When Night takes over from Day
And the stars come out to play
I remember you most fondly
For a love I can’t repay
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Frank Solanki 
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So simple and so true.
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It’s always at night when the real deep thoughts, and memories, flow.
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aww, how tender. I love it. Thanks.
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