I walk down the streets ...
It's dark and quiet.
I am not alone, well on the streets I am,
But there are people all around me.
But it's quiet
I walk in the building, gray craft.
I take the elevator to the 10th floor.
The bar.
It's empty.
The sun is setting and I take a seat in the purple booths,
and just watch the sun, just see it set.
You've got to say goobye, goodnight -- the window is an opening to magic.
I am quiet as the quiet blue room in the quiet blue place I imagine turns gold for a single instance.
I sit, face blank, in the purple booth, in the bar, on the 10th floor of my blue building, breathless ...
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And I walk out