In
the dark of the night
The
moon and stars shining bright
Along
the creeping street
By
the street lamps and branches of trees
The
cool breezes of the wind
It
plays on the branches and leaves
The
shadows seem to dance with me
The
story of the ghosts playing tricks
In
the quiet night
In
the middle of the clock
The
grunts of wild boars and piglets
Roaming
out to the street
The
branches bending low
As
if it has something to say
The
soft breezes singing along
The
leaves fall whispering its last words
In
the dark corner
The
shadows seem alive
The
shadows seem to talk
As
I look at the bending branches
In
the dark of night
The
moon and stars shining bright
It
never fails to play tricks
On
the lonely people walking on the street
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