Quiet Street
Everyone greets each other
While passing on a quiet street.
Everyone hears their own sound
Speak with itself
Whistles a sweet melody
While passing on a quite street.
Only observed by the city eyes
And covered by the tree shadows
The quiet street still always there.
Waiting for the night to come
Placed as a refuge
For rambling souls
That ain't got no one to care for
No one to talk.
At least confess their deep or dumber feelings
By her quiet sidewalk.
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