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(via jelizabeth93)
now we are dancing like fools in the dark
we are so withered but nobody knows
a dove coloured fool in the dark
He sang as if he knew me, and all my dark despair
and then he looked right through me as if I wasn’t there
And he just kept on singing, singing clear and strong
Roberta Falck - Killing Me Softly