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I love dark

Submitted: March 10, 2016

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Submitted: March 10, 2016



Last night was more or less like any other night, it was night

I didn't go out to see the stars or the moon, but I heard the train whistle

Watching TV I said, I should go out to see some natural lights, no, mosquitoes

Then, I tried my guitar, I made some sound, but no melody

My recliner was getting my back hard-torn, my butt, better not mentioning

Many nights being so-same-do, many nights to wait and get bored

Many pets I have moving, crawling, running, floating around the house, they're not real

Cleaning the house at night-time? Is not for me, so depressed

And counting the hours, well, I don't do the counting, got rid of my wall clock, a must

So, 'Anoche', was just another night, tonight will be like 'Anoche', I'm used to it.

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