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The night was cold, the day was gray
And I had a little time to kill
     A walk through the park
     Careless stroll through the marketplace
          Call it a mall these days
     Moment’s indecision infront of the multiplex
          No, not today
     Few unhappy peek at the books at display
          They do not say what I want to say

and then a long walk back to my room, 
     Back to my wait

The night will be cold and tomorrow will again be gray…