Alone
As the day turned into night, there was a man who grew close in sight.Not knowing who he was or where he had been, I turned my head to see him again.
My eye got hooked with just one look and again and again, i began to study him.
The night got clearer as the time went by but my imagination then stopped my eye.
Quiet I must since its getting late. I looked away as I led on to my great escape.
Goodby to the mystery man on that dark cloudy night.
Goodbye once again to this cold and loney night.
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