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The moon hangs low like a broken kite
Streetlights flicker in the neon night
Shadows dance but they never fight
I write my name in the smoke with my mind
Who’s the ghost at the windowpane
Is it me or my yesterday’s flame
Too many stories without endings
Hearts left open wounds unbending
Every page is a maze I’m sending
Too many stories without endings
Ink-stained fingers tap the screen
A thousand lives that could have been
The clock ticks loud but stays unseen
The future’s a blur in a magazine
Cycling through flower fields in my head
Past lives whisper what they said
Dreams dissolve into hues of red
I chase them but they’ve already fled
Too many stories without endings
Hearts left open wounds unbending
Every page is a maze I’m sending
Too many stories without en