Distance
Walking under the glimmering lights, passing by million of people,
million of breath,
million of footsteps,
all walking their own lives.
They bow, they smile, they look down.
And by the end of the night, silence left behind.
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Distance
Walking under the glimmering lights, passing by million of people,
million of breath,
million of footsteps,
all walking their own lives.
They bow, they smile, they look down.
And by the end of the night, silence left behind.
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