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[child_alone]

spare a thought for the nocturnes
those who spend our lives on the edge of that dark night
that all of us shall go kicking and screaming into
we seat ourselves on the edge and think
ah,
shall I go now?
pour another wine and think
perhaps I should wait
I think I'd like another glass
another cigarette
another chance to look up
to look around
to have another crack at figuring it all out
just one more
just one more night
you'll see
I'll have it sorted in no time at all