If I let my legs wander, and my thoughts walk,
Chasing a setting sun, fighting to ward off a lonesome dark
Will I, can I
Be bestowed with the bright hues that conjure tonight?
Will you point for me a direction,
Speak to me, with certain secrecy, of a goodness forgotten,
The food of gods
Of a stuff that will mute silence and turn off the night?
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