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before you leave
As I slowly walk these streets alone
Dark yet glittering, and crowds of laughter
My mind so simple, and dry of feeling
But full of anxiety to paint a colour
Was it you that I want to see or was it you that i am dreaming of.
You the colour that makes me bright or just what I long for.
I walk the streets but I know not brightness
I know not brightness but I know the light.
As I walk I feel and I feel only the brightness that I imagine..
its wonderful to know what is not here... I am never alone. I have me. Its another night. Its my life.
