Be silent, don’t speak
for the night wind grows weak
as my feet carry me away
From this night into the day.
In the shadows awaits a song
Like a predator waiting too long
and from it I must hide
and let indecision decide
the fate of my silence , my heart
the nature of my cunning , my art
And a cigarette shall I light
In the dead of the night
To smother all fire, to disperse all smoke
To listen once again to the words she never spoke.
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