Black Browed Night How I should mute and walk, the safe road twice How I think night time's best when good night lies How the one embellishment is a mouth of whisper How I only forget when i need to remember And the heart so torn, a palace of danger A plaza so dark, six-star angel Five for the show, one for bullshit Eluded, it abandons me, like one pathetic stranger.
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