i could see flickering light
dancing shadow of a man
hugging his precious piece
letting whole world know
of his passionate rhythm
i don't want to be on a way
soon he'll tire and start singing
his unwritten ballads to his pet
which sits there like mannequin
ah! in a way i'm being entertain
why would, would i stop enjoying
but i want to go home for evening
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