Like a moth I find love in every street lamp,
I wander aimlessly;
Shadows of her haunt me
Everywhere throughout the night.
I fly high towards the moon
But fall back softly, cushioned by her soft love
I take rest in the cover of her shadow;
Headlights all around try to distract me
Like two big red eyes of the devil in the night,
I scurry away towards the nook, where I found love once
And in its safety I sleep sound tonight.
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