Light around
Without a sound
It hits low and dirty
And leaves here without me.
What is to say
When nothing makes sense
When all left behind
Are paper and pens?
So let me go there
Say you don't care
Or let me speak
The words you need
And understand
That this is not
The kind of thing
To take lightly.
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