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Preamble:

No line space editing?? That's a... Fun and interesting design choice from ModDB... >:(

PS: Just in the odd chance someone actually reads this, and in the odder chance of some kind soul taking alarm to Sir Stockholm: I'm fine, no worries :) See the "dark of mind but bright of heart" part in my bio :)

PPS: Some things probably wont be apparent, or make sense to you, unless you have some knowledge of Sweden and Turkey, and some wordplay may not be apparent unless you're very proficient in English. 'Tis the nature of its nurture I'm afraid ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ .

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Two Gentlemen, two evenings. Each sharing a moment. For verily indeed:

To half a plight, share it,

to double a delight, share it...

- Sir Stockholm de Wynter -

Dark thoughts in a dark time,

early does the evening chime.

In water passing under the bridges light is doubled,

yet reflections in my head makes my mind troubled.

I am blinded to darkness by a sea of nocturnal light,

drowning alone in a sea of people, caught in winter's bite.

I keep my loneliness company, and it never leaves my side,

Everywhere does it accompany, one day it will become my bride.

Truly it stays ever true to me, fulfilling its very solemn vow

deeply into my soul can it see, no closing curtain will make it bow.

Only one way to escape the blackest of art,

and that's until death finally do us wide apart...

- Sir Ankara de Somer -

Tea glasses stirring everywhere, but the only spoons I care for are clacking in your hands.

You move to the rhythm, my eyes transfixed at the very first glance.

The words carried by bağlama electrically speaks of love, and my heart sings along.

You look up, I smile. I look down and you smile. I know this song.

Your hair is covered, but your heart is showing.

I imagine raising my arms and snapping my fingers. I know this dance.

We rotate round each other, spoons clacking and fingers snapping.

I leave my plastic chair and enter your private life. I take the chance.

The Muezzin cries out inşallah, and looking at you I say maşallah.

İnşallah maşallah for the rest of our lives...