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A day and a night
My feet were in flight
They kicked up the dust
In a rhythmic lust
The day was laid back
I followed the tracks
The wooden rails' score
Rang: "One, two, three, four..."
I watched as she moved,
Fell under a spell
Not knowing, not seeing
A heaven or hell
I followed the trance
To the end of the score
The day, it's waltz ceased,
And the night took the floor
There was no moonlight
To shine on my track
Onto the sweet railings
Which would lead me back
I heard not her voice,
But echoes of scorn
From backwards and forwards,
Forbade and forewarned
I longed for the daylight
I longed for the trance
I longed for the hope from that
Sinister dance
So think of this man,
Think soft, if you can
His cries are the mark
Of him lost in the dark.