Outside you can hear the city
And at night you can hear the siren's cry
But here - A mare so pretty
She's a tad bit shy
Midnight. You can hear the busy streets
Then serenety by day
Spending my evenings just like this
I cloud hear her voice say -
Oh dear. Just more dramma in the end
We may be hurt sometimes. we will mend
Imagining a world with resolution
All we've wanted was an absolution
There wan never a time of peace for us
But we can pull trough. If we must
I only ask for a chance
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