Tag: matchstick
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Matchstick
When the blue fades into black,And the streetlights turn on,Footsteps disappear along the track,As the nightingale sings its song I am walking here alone,where the hope has gone.Underneath the pale moon,I hope i will see you soon It’s getting colder and colderAs the night pulls me closer,It’s getting darker and darkeras the edge of a…