the watching
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I'm not interested in the night, not in the least.
I'm turning my back to it and don't even try to remember
because I forget it not bothering to have memorized
Standing on the hill with an unplugged highway I'm waiting for a sign
that is not, have never, and why on Earth should ever
exist
With a heart dashing to explode
Why!
It shall never know
I want to know
It has to go
Breeze might be low
blow
Die
In the very dusk I see no sign of the night
So, please, calm those in love I'll keep it, the sunset, for you
'Cause the dark is nothing and hardly's anything must be close
to anyone
And the mild subtle breathing is mine now to linger through
As the heart longs for a light
Unknown!
Who'll land a hand
Plenty that stand
Horizon of land
We could've been planned
damned
Blown
been watching not for the last time