Half the world past I live
She lives just the same
Yet through a world you cannot touch
I have learned her name
As midnight turns from twelve to one
Soon passing three to four
I stay up late to talk to her
I need it more and more
We talk of things, of years gone by
The good things and the bad
The secrets that we hide from view
Most people wouldn't understand
Yet in a world comprised of text
And this to my surprise
I've met someone I can care about
On this Digital midnight Sunrise.
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