In the death of day
Bears the birth of night
What the heart finds in decay
Is now left blind in sight
So, my eyes in you confide
The likeness of friends and lovers
And our performance coincides
With the law that we become the others
A dress doesn’t appear without her suit
And the motion never preludes its beat
A friend ceases to quit their group
As the tables refuse to serve without seats
But, as for the experience,
Come what may
And, in that, the delirious
Claimed the stage
The labels are casted
And hearts flush
Whilst the royals outlasted
The school-vote rush
But, as for the quiet,
All is but a story
Where the young, in joy riot,
Basking in their adolescent glory
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