From light pole to light pole the shadows we lead
Only the pattern of our feet
Until they run into the ground
Without a sound
Against a backdrop of slowly melting snow
To good to hold on, too painful to let go
Too hard to carry this around
Without a sound
The slightest touch will be too strong
If we could just get along
Your hand searches, mine wants to be found
Without a sound
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