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The final scene approaches
As we walk to the door
Everybody reaches
Wanting for more

The night is not ours
To run out and play
With only the light of the stars
Showing us the way

Yet we turn, and we try
To make this our own
Looking to the night sky
With hopes of being shown

With people all around
We just see each other
Together we are bound
Lost in the never

This old love
Is who we have been
If you start with love
You will have it in the end

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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