Taken deep into the night
I often think of you,
Then I visit my village,
But find a different view
It's a road traveled by me
Before:
But it doesn't lead
To the same shore
With modern asphalt
It looks like it has no end
I wish it would again
Into the dust descend
I sometimes wonder
When darkness takes over
The- night
Why was dawn replaced
By the electric light
If things, once thought
So special
Are no longer true,
Why are this feelings
Holding me like a glue?
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