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Night Song
(Backer)
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The night begins to shine
With its city streetlights
Her spotlight eyes are leaving me blind
Dimming them all
I’m in her sight
She’s here, right now
Present here, right now
Her focusing, supreme
Whatever, now may occur
Her yesterdays well hidden in her schemes
Still, nothing’s ever really blurred
She’s here, right now
Present here, right now
I give in, on the shelf
Losing track of time and place
The restive one, lately called myself
Now going for a new pace
In her might, without fences
My heart, my flesh in her hands
Thriving through my senses
I’m naked where I stand
Being her, right now
Present here, right now
My illusionary woman leaves
And then the streets
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