Blue neighborhood
When I’m lonely at night,
And paralyzed with fright,
I wake up and think of you,
And things piece together like glue,
And when days go by,
I constantly think of you and I,
And I remember all the happy times,
Written and preserved in my rhymes ,
The neighborhood seems hollow,
Filled with emptiness and sorrow,
Although there are so many people around,
It’s like cricket sounds,
And I think of you above,
And I remember your the one I love .
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