Night blues Night is singing blues with wrong falsetto, In my fingers dies a cigarette, You’re the one But why so much directions? Where are you? No answer--dead objections. Earrings and bracelets are my fetters. You are gone.. But you still breathe in letters. Here your voice It’s touching lids of blindness Here the choice İmpartial, regardless. Sew my veins I need them for tomorrow, Zip my soul But don’t unveil the sorrow. | 
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