Breathe deep, the gathering gloom. Watchlights fade from every room. Bedsitter people look back and lament, another day's useless and a year's spent. Impassioned lovers wrestle as one, lonely man cries for love and has none. New mother picks up and suckles her son, senior citizens wish they were young. Cold-hearted orb that rules the night - remove the colors from our sight - red is gray, and yellow white - but we decide which is right - and which is an illusion
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