Flashing lights
darkened sky
the only one to say goodbye
tonight is sad
melancholy madness

Don't you see the boy?
a bike, angry
I wish I could do something
the sound of passing cars
and being silent
the night spent alive
the ghosts of imaginary land

And the clouds give this sense
this sense that you're here
a presense, unforgettable and unimagined
the slight low volume of the radio
the night
stars and passing the love that you adore
 
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