Lonely walks on crowded streets,
Silence of the morning breeze,
Takes me away to a land of peace,
Where shadows meet and the silence speaks...
Singing along in an one way street,
Strumming my guitar to a friendly beat,
Once I heard a late bird sing,
After the sun burnt out its sheen...
When I close my eyes, to dream a dream,
I'm lost in a world full of glee,
The sand ticks an hour but cannot exceed
Where dawn and dusk no longer exist...
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