Nights paint in silence,
They paint in the gloom of sepia
They speak of hidden colours,
Hidden, deliberately within dark lanes.
A night deals in shadows,
It plays in the presence of past and future
The silence reeks of miscalculations
The ghosts roam in the winds of desire.
They paint in the gloom of sepia
They speak of hidden colours,
Hidden, deliberately within dark lanes.
A night deals in shadows,
It plays in the presence of past and future
The silence reeks of miscalculations
The ghosts roam in the winds of desire.
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