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  • In the darkness of the night

    In the darkness of the night,
    There’s a cage
    With silver bars
    And there’s a bird
    Singing the song
    Of a dried tear.
    In the darkness of the night,
    There’s a paper,
    There’s a picture,
    There’s a man
    Sitting under a
    Bulb of light.
    In the darkness of the night,
    There’s a city
    And there’s a wall,
    There’s a cage,
    There’s a bird
    Willing to fly away.
    In the darkness of the night,
    The moon appears
    Between the dust
    And lonely searches
    For the shiny stars.
    In the darkness of the night,
    The lonely city
    In silence shouts
    When hears the pain
    Of the dying flowers
    And the lost stars.
    In the darkness of the night,
    I see a woman
    I see a man
    Talking to each other
    Through the melting
    Silver bars.
    In the darkness of the night,
    There’s a woman
    There’s a man
    There are letters
    In their hands.
    In the darkness of the night
    The moon finds
    The happy stars
    And all together
    Start to dance with
    The music in their hands.
    In the darkness of the night,
    An orange beam
    Of warm sweet sun
    Melts the city
    Melts the bars
    Melts the cages
    Melts the wars
    In the twilight of the day
    There’s a woman
    There’s a man
    Flying happily
    Through the sky
    In a plane,
    Paper made.
    In the twilight of the day
    They’re a paper
    They’re a drop
    They’re a prayer
    They’re the cloud
    That cries the tears
    Their eyes don’t.
    In the twilight of the day
    There’s a cloud
    There’s the rain
    There’s the wind
    All singing songs
    For you, the jailed man.
    In the twilight of the day,
    There’s a tree,
    There are the leafs
    There’s the wind
    Singing happily
    From behind the wall.
    In the twilight of the day,
    There’s the beach
    And the blue waves
    There’s a park
    And the nice birds
    Singing for you
    My beloved friend.
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