The night chilly and raw
Walking on the lonely road
A chill misty fog parade
I watch the scene unfolds
The chilly wind whisper
Rustling leaves and branches
Waving at me as I walk alone
Walking to my rendezvous
At midnight I see
A lovely woman in the shade
Dark blue dress with lines of white
With her sports car park nearby
The chilly wind roar slowly
It wants me to hurry to meet
The woman who makes the date
She says I should know her name
The misty clouds hit the shade
As I arrive I can't see her face
I stand watching the mists
When it unfolds she hugs me
I know who she is
A dream I have in my mind
The warm glow in the chilly night
She looks at me and smile
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