Tonight I love the street lamps,
That light my way back home.
The streets are quiet no one about, not even a soul.
I squint my eyes, look at the lights, reminisce being a child.
The rays of light,the flickering, the night is cool and mild.
I feel a peaceful feeling, deep within my soul.
The joys of being a child, and the joys of getting old.
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