The Forgotten

The forgotten of the world come out at night
Looking for a home in the desolate darkness
They stroll like ghosts through empty streets
Only shadows appear where there used to be men

Shrinking into the dark with a friendly reply
Silhouetted against the glow of melancholy homes
Keeping company with the mistress of the night

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