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Cannonball Statman
This is an invitation
It's night, and almost day
This is an invitation to all those
Who believe in the fine line between
The final steps up the ladder
And the promises a man can never keep
Come into the city
If you accept that the life led in the small hours between night and day
Is to be led wide awake
It holds the most important and deep resemblances to memories;
We can track these memories in the dark, as they skitter away
Under the light of the moon, and the streetlights who loom over us
With their endless desire for life outside the box