Your silhouette now is hard to see
Your heart is steady as a rock
The stakes are high, but my secret key
Doesn’t fit your lock
A murderer of shadows is hanging around
We have to stay away from the sun
where miles of sunlight are out of count
and the Shade is under a ban
where human laws does not work out
The air doesn’t carry a sound
Here am I and I’m all in
Without any hope to win
Girls on the streets
With the glassy eyes
They are looking through,
Like paralyzed
Many poems are written
Many trains have (are) gone
From the station to station
I’m alone
And the next performance’s waiting for being shown
But not today. Now Ulysses back home
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