Empty Streets
I stroll along the empty streets, whistling all alone,
The echoes of this hollow tune, on broken cobblestone.
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Empty Streets
I stroll along the empty streets, whistling all alone,
The echoes of this hollow tune, on broken cobblestone.
I walk along the sidewalk, it's cement as white as snow,
Leaving dirty footprints, it's now darker than dough.
;)
...and suddenly my hope replenished as I saw a light
...but suddenly my hope died as it went beyond my sight
...just as hope was lost a car came stopping by
...the driver's face was beauty pure and I was shy
...she lighted up the dark world around me,
...magnesium bright, I only wanted to flee
I asked her what her name might be,
the whites of her eyes is all I can see,
A woman walked infront of me, stopped
I turned to see, she was my melancholy