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Dear One Am,

Dear One Am,

No one quite understands why I know you so well.
A doctor told me it was insomnia,
my mother says I need to pray more,
my dad just really wishes I would get up earlier to make him breakfast.

But 1 am no one really understands this you and me thing.
No one really gets that just after midnight, just at the beginning of the day,
is the quietest and loudest place.

How many tears have you seen me cry?
How many questions and prayers have you heard?
How many I love yous have you heard whispered?
How many moans have you heard? How many times have you seen me rock my soul into his?
How many times have you felt a lovers cold feet settle against his wife's warm feet?
How much poetry have you watched me right? How many words did you pick?

you're so quiet. So silent.
Just ghostly watching all these things.
Keeping a billion secrets, almost as many as all the stars I see.

Baby, you're my favourite place.
No one else listens and doesn't judge.

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