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The dust
Slowly settling in the sunbeam
The quiet song
Playing on the radio
Whispering the words
Easy Come, Easy Go
The feet, propped on the counter
Warmed by the sun
The gentle breeze ruffling the hair
The eyes staring out the window
Searching
For the way home
Through the troubled skies
Filled with brooding clouds
Drawing nearer
The coldness of the vanishing light
Wailing wind bringing utter chill
The eyes narrowing
Focusing on the path ahead
A brief struggle
A fight of passion
A battle over
The war not quite won
And now, the night has come