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lost Night

Surrounded by gold Lustre Old Clock chiming extinguished the last vestiges of the day streets laying bleeding the venom pliable The last revillers dressed in tweed their wanna be yesterdays slide in between Dance Hall the harlequins of the night scratch ones gilded fears Paint peeling lonely Moths lost archways Gargoyles point singular finger Rhinestone cowboys worship the jaws of the night Laughing girls sing lonely tunes Its 4 O'clock welcome grey dawn

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