A leisurely stroll,
At three in the morn,
Good for the soul,
But nobody did warn
That I'd get so addicted
To a midnight stroll
That I would yearn,
It'd be beyond my control.
The night would call my body,
For it's very own,
And that every time I went,
I felt a little closer to home.
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