When the lights go out I feel my soul come out to play again.
I've been scared of the dark, just as scared of the light at shapes make sense.
Taste the bitter sweet, smell the sweet perfurm, see the blue issue.
You find it if you want, you find it if you try.
Close your eyes when the lights go out.
Open up your eyes, darkness is not what it seems, Am I start to believe?
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| Katherine Hepburn |
