It was august.
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Already the nights were dark,
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but still they were warm.
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Warm and soft as black velour.
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Black Velvet...
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A mix of the deep and dark melancholia.
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We wandered in the moonlight.
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I remember it was fullmoon.
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We hid in the shadows under the trees,
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and tried to scare eachother.
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As time went by we were touched by the magical atmosphere,
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and moved around as silently as possible.
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Maybe we had a secret hope.
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A hope to see the elves dance in the forests light.
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Still the lake was there in front of us.
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The moon was bathing in its blank surface.
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I remember your body...
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Almost completely white in the moonlight.
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The water was warm and still black.
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The Black Lake
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Penitent |