down the dark path

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waiting for the end of day
let all my thoughts fly away
walking through the darkest night
and finally I'm feeling alright

the cold wind strokes my face
my eyes rove up to the space
and when they come back to the ground
they are searching for the things they may found

but there is nothing to see, there is nothing to find
is it just obscure or am I blind

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