The black night
The dim light of shadows
By the rusted lamp posts
Covered by the branches
In the sky the stars wink
Casting many shadows on the walk
On the air of the dark night
Wishing for the good way
But it is the black night
It isn't going to give way
It has to make its stand
There is no way it will go away
The black night
The shadows smile or laugh
The wind whoring its sound
Many stay out of sight
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