Night Walk

Night Walk

Stars Talk

Dreams enough 

For the both of us

Sleepy lights

Street and sky

Soft clouds

Quiet crowds

Slick stone

Rain wet cobblestone

Out from the fright

Of being alone on a saturday night

Old city

Old pretty

New living

Same alleys

The old remindings

That all will pass

Happiness is a pit

And living is a fright

Of being alone

At night

Night walk

Stars talk

Living is enough

For the both of us

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