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shadows dance upon the streets
as they celebrate the day had just died
off with the retched Sun! some yell and cry
some play along the street lamps,
to see who would be brave enough to stick their hands under
and some look for isolation to lay and blend with others
but one shadow lingers lonesome and watches in the trees
to see such mischief from sisters and brothers
this shadow does not concede
so fruitful is the night air, and the goddess is glowing tonight
but this shadow more wonder of the ways of the bright light
Why does it make us leave it wonders
we truly not disappear in the day
just harder for us to travel and longer for us to escape
the shadows mind has more questions but the mind tends to wander away
a gleam in his eye was caught by surprise and now he searching where could this light reside
Passing through meadows gliding on walls and careful of those who mix in mass
like a black cat swiftly rummaging every street can, the shadow finally stops
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