It's dark out, pitch black in the middle of the night
There's no light at all, except the shadow of light
Luminous and winding, it walks down the street
Following it's carrier, connected at their feet
Together they walk, together they sing
Keeping as one, together as one thing
When the sun comes out, the shadow changes in mid-air
But that's a different story, so I'll stop right there
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