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There are lights in the trees
Lining the avenue
Like fallen eyes of the night
A thousand pixies trapped in the branches
Along the downtown stretch
Maybe the ghosts were jealous of the sky
Maybe they found a way to capture the heavens
And tame the starlight
To reach out and feel the embers of the ever
Ever burning
Maybe they were thinking of you
The entire time
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