Let the night be gone
Let it go without a sound
I
When I go walking,
I hear them talking all over town
They
The fog is slowly lifting
The lighthouse, she is dancing
painted pictures, 2 am driftings
the sound of the rain
if i was your strawberries and cream
if i was the
if I could write you in a novel
I'd portray
hey you
been some time but still it feels like
It's the passing of the evening
All around and out
Seagulls on posts
Perched on a bridge
That stretches farther
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