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It's all about the nighT,
It has a feeling, a bit eeriE,
When the city, outward and hectiC,
Twinkles and tingles, covered by bleacH,

Bestowed to meet thou, dear guest, so,
Thy experience’s fettered to betray,
Be prophecy-pursue to pulse the other gate,
If thou trudge thy vice to confess,

The river flows
Like a joyous blue string,
The river starts
Talking to strangers.

How they sang,
And they lived,
They were far,
They we close,

A crimson path led me to delusional arts,
The swing of justice hoaxed me,
As human tortured their faith in gyves
To welcome torched Justice to vacancy.

A land of ice,
Cold, gloomy days,
The winter is all over
This sacred place.