A violent orange to end the day
The sky can sure be very pretty
The men aren't looking up though
They have their own worries
A streetlight that acts as a candle
In the great dark cave of the city
I wonder what dreams are realised
And what dreams are still on hold
A weekend in the quietest company
Your inner self sure can be quiet
Courage is required to examine the soul
And I'm lacking courage tonight
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