24 November 2012
♪♪ Night is blue night is cold. Night is beautiful with one soul. Demons and angels sing at night singing their dreams at the souls who carry gold. Through the winter cold. No souls can unlock the lock that locked his heart inside that gold for one souls should see the black night sky in the palm of her hand in the flake of the star one eye of that soul should haunt that gold. For many reasons and bold no one can compare to this fairy tail poem. As night falls through her heart the night will be in hold.
♪Night♪ • Opuss № I