Soul filled words spoken tonight,
Yet no one to hear them,
The words remained with me,
For my loneliness was there to hear it all,
Yet the words did'nt matter anyone after all,
Silent filled night it is,
calming it is,
The fireflies were the mode of lyt tonight,
For they looked like fallen stars from high above the sky,
But as tym will pass,
They may soon fade away,
Into the morning rise,
Maybe dying with the night,
And to be renewed again after each dawn,
To show the path again. . . . .
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