A tale exist in every culture of such a succulence lover, we all have heard the lores of the Midnight Lover. Throughout human history; Art, literature and love ballads has been sung, singing praised with sweet songs these mysterious lovers? They leaves no name. They visits in the night. It may seems just a dream. The feathery flair of his touch may be mistaken for an angel's wing or for a passing spirit in the night.
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