Long shadows in a haunting night
never dissipate,
to let a person know,
their hearts strongest fate.

Sometimes night breeds confusion,
as pictures fly on by,
things we don't want to know,
No matter how we try.

Shall we run screaming,
to save ourselves at last,
or shall we call yesterday,
a long ago dead past?

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