As the sun rises and the moon sets,
The birds chirp and willows weep,
While the dew on the grass starts to condense,
And people start to fill the street,
You are there to enjoy the view.
When the sun sets and the moon rises,
As the birds grow quiet and the crickets grow loud,
The streets filled with people hiding in disguises,
As they do things that wouldn't make their parents proud,
You sit there watching, what will you do?
As the moon hangs quietly in the sky,
And the neon signs buzz until late at night,
You recap what you've seen through you're glass eye,
You're the streetlamp that gives off no light,
And the only one who notices all this, is you.
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