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The Night, that dark beauty, envelops the harsh bright lights that hurt one's eyes and cools one's dry mouth. And as I walk on the streets, I feel the coolness of her spirit and the emptiness of her soul. And I know, both she and I, are strangers of the earth and wanderers of spirit. As she searches for the sun that she will never see, as a stranger he is fated to be, so shall I search for the dark obscured face behind the veil, for the shadows the bright light has hastily cast away. And she and I, stand together, stand alone, cast away for a crime, no one knows, committed beyond the passage of a timeless age.