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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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