After Dark -
Before the shadows behind us finish stretching, run away
without them noticing the feathers that fell from us, fly away
A sweet scent from far away around a street corner
A crying voice I think I've heard somewhere before
Riding on the fleeting hopes carried by the night wind
How far can we go?
To stop us from doing that, the world shakes
and takes everything from us
if this was a dream, we would have woken
but nothing happened. Advance!
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