Arousing near our humble housing….
There once, and still is a floral vine….
That thrives upon a darkened line….
Soaring up and growing high….
Trust me now, for there is no lie….
It’s height only ties with the lovely midnight sky….
Many a night spent awry….
Awry, staring at the lovely, spry, lilacs high….
Sipping hot, bitter cups of chai….
On stormy nights we always try….
To catch the petals falling from the midnight sky….
One day we shall all fly….
Fly high into the lovely sky….
Let the beautiful lilacs continue to grow high….
Where the lovely lilac vines climb by….
In the midnight, Lovely sky….
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