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Walking Home
Between the shops are strings of lights,
crissing and crossing the street as I walk home,
enlightening tea rooms, sweet shops, salons.
Occasionally life seems just about okay,
the old imbalance of mood tipping then my way.
crissing and crossing the street as I walk home,
enlightening tea rooms, sweet shops, salons.
Occasionally life seems just about okay,
the old imbalance of mood tipping then my way.
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