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Late night I come back home, I see
Gates are locked, streets are dark
Last tram beckons me Ė
Somebody still to get back?
I get alert with the whispering air
Lone night passes by,
Lone;
Moon alone budges under the veil of cloud,
Tense senses hear the alarming cry of stray dogs.

He doesnít respond -
Whom I call,
Somebody else peeps out by the wall.
Is it my home?
Not sure;
Iím a night-stalker,
My fleeing shadow has got in this house Ė
Sure,Iíve seen.
Is it my home?
Hello, is it my home?





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