Two pairs of moon eyes,and hands.With little disgrace.
Near the vicinity of the world, running displaced.
They're running across each other, touching barely.
Do you see?
Oh, do you see them? They're lovely.
Young light across the promenade racing past us,
Young light peeking through some neon disaster.
Young light, your youth is like a diamond garter
Oh young light,
Its like blood money, and dreams bartered.
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