The night is breezy,
Like the oceans would be,
It is quiet, even for me.
The talks I hear slowly fades,
A light shines up,
And I see your face.
It's empty as an empty can would be,
It's foggy, and as thick as it is.
Too careful to take a step in,
Nor wish to return back.
If only it is clearer.
Would stay and make it better.
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