the village sleeps and all the lights in the houses
turn themselves off
and here i am walking alone this boulevard
thinking of you
how have you been doing in a strange country
far away from me?
i remember you all the days of my life
in my loneliness
the memories of you shall keep me company
in the dark alleys of my life
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