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The night was a neon outburst of emotions
Dawn brought some dread, some hope
The other side was steeped in dusk
They sat down to drink some tea
Hoping their dawn would shed some light
But, the other side was still dark
Some music could perhaps to stir the soul
Can music save a dark dying river
Can a river ever die
The tea pot was empty
But no one knew what was inside
On the other side, the dusk still lingered
How does light come in
Do we know how to remove our shadows
Unanswered questions over a opaque tea pot
Dusk came in and soaked their senses
The dusk on the other side lingered on
Another night, another neon outburst of emotions
