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I walk the streets of dark and rain,
Seeking her who seeks the pain
Of love she can't repay.

I walk the streets of night and day,
Hunting her who hunts the way
To run from all who care.

I walk the streets of shadow and glare,
Watching for her who watches to ensnare
The one who shouldn't be there.

I walk the streets of peace and strife,
Loving her who cannot love life.
For sure, she was my wife.