The
hunting night
The
shadows run
Every
eye glows
Time
of the hunt
All
the cars asleep
In
arranged rows
Bolted
by gates
As
if it wants to escape
The
hunting night
The
shadows look
Listening
for any sound
Time
of the hunt
Once
inside
The
shadows try
Once
doors open
The
loud siren awakes
The
shadows flee
In
the night of shadows
Light
shines windows open
The
staring at the disappearing crooks
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