On the city’s sights


On the city’s sights

Nigromants of all hights

Wearing black cloaks

Crumbling old folks

On the city’s sights

We are missing the lights

Lovers should always take hands

Even if they need to make amends

Night time landscape

From a city tired of embrace

Darkness and loneliness

So much we need to confess

On the city’s sights

Desolation takes place

The bad omen and the everlasting gaze

Lovers should always stand under the light…


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