The Blind Streetlights

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Boring things and blind streetlights
What that means, just infinite nights
Where we live is it right or wrong?
Why are the roads always so long?

It's september of my souls age
But i'm still like an open page
In the book of mankind's mistakes
I'm a fish in dark silent lakes

I will show you the cold sky
In last night it was drawn by
Our eyes, across pain they cry
Across dreams and falsehood and lie

You will show me the cold sky
Where are the people you can rely
Think yourself how to leave and fly
Ask the wind it will not reply