When darkness falls, as it will,
Day turns to night, at its will,
The soft evening colours fade,
Leaving me in its cruel shade.
When there's darkness all around,
I feel the ghosts of my past abound,
They press against my heart nightly,
I search for light blindly.
But there are no candles
Where I live, only a twilit dusk.
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