Fear, Looks like a rapist in a dark alley... Fear, Looks like a rapist in a dark alley...
The poem shows a lost person in a narrow alley. The poem shows a lost person in a narrow alley.
Who plays the piano, up all night, Down the alley, in the house beside? Who plays the piano, up all night, Down the alley, in the house beside?
The alleyway is dark The shadows are stark The noise is deafening The crowd is maddening The alleyway is dark The shadows are stark The noise is deafening The c...
And this is what those walls had to say, when we were ready to hear them ! And this is what those walls had to say, when we were ready to hear them !
Perhaps I have reached The dusk of my life. Perhaps I have reached The dusk of my life.
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