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Another Endless Night (Sonnet) by MacFrantic
While chivalry is not my middle name
This night has left but just one small surprise
An akward silence interrupts our game
But soon I fall headlong into your eyes
This letting go has never pleased my soul
So take a chance and let a boy confess
To having naught about which to extol
But all the things I make to matter less
When wiser people say that love transcends
Our reasons and the purpose of our lives
To that I ask what for is there an end
And why is it we hesitate to dive
If so long as the night remains all black
Let us now feel what love has come to lack
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