Singing alone, on a moonlit night
The streets lay bare, stalked all day.
Painted in myriad shades of happiness and despair.
Tread the path that shouts unheard stories.
Yearning to be heard are strange legends.
Stifled tears of battles lost, pompous laughter of siege won.
Walk the seamless road that takes you nowhere.
Follow the trail left behind to reach somewhere.
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