Sidewalks jetting high and sloping low
the starmen’s omnipresent glow
I’m walking and crying in my sleeve
in ten days I’m gone with no reprieve
Spirits always riding high
the people I tell don’t deny
but back home I don’t try
someday I’ll finally say goodbye
Young lovers every corner that I go
street dogs gliding to and fro
in friendship their tails to not deceive
in the myths I must believe
The twins battled for dark and light
The God of War put things right
but little children have their fright
that lifts away in the breeze like a kite
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