The city lights keep me awake at night.
Each with their own story to tell.
Their reason to blaze,
Marriage hanging by a thread,
Burying himself in his work.
Crying bitterly into the night,
Her lover having left an hour ago.
Staying with their grandparents,
Wondering what will become of their family.
So many stories,
So many lights.
It's no wonder I can't sleep at night.
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