A smile is on the way
Seen through the window
Reflected in the asphalt
Long nights stretched by
In a strobed fashion
But the crescent moon rises
Spilling laughter on the city
All winter, a picture of it
Was held in front of my face
Showing nothing more than a memory
The photo falls and is forgotten
Because a smile is on the way
It's funny how a picture of a fire
Is quickly consumed in the flames
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