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Walking alone at twilight
The fire blazes and it's your heart
The streelights are milky
And lead to another world, Another part
I was going to bring my shoes
But bare feet will suffice
Nothing but a camera in my hand
To capture the moment twice
The summer sweet envelops you
Takes you in like an old friend
The smell of sprinklers fresh and cool
To wherever the pavement ends
An imaginary train 
rattles down the track
And Your footsteps slowly fade 
to an inky black
Whatever light you may have had
Is given to the night
The smoke will cloud your vision
But it will never end the sight. 





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