The shadowy light
I watch the people walk
In the local coffee shop
The tables under the shade
Up in the row of shop-lots
The singing of people
The saleswoman pitching her sales
Telling them the good products
The furniture shop
On the rundown cinema hall
Cracked paints on the wall
The parasite trees grow
Nobody wants to do
They sit and talk in the morning
Watching the day going
Watching the cars passing through
The day of morning hope
They wish they will get
I finish my breakfast
I drive home in the light
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