The streetlights beyond that chocked my eyes
With colored neon in stammering darkness
Could never illuminate these pungent lies
No more than you could have done
Let come and hail all glorious philosophy
With concrete reality and its magnetic truth
Could have never shoulder love in its melancholy
No more than you could have done
All the smiles and cries that were sung from the start
Along with the consequences that followed after
Can never cement the hole of my weary heart
No more than you should have done
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