From this snowy hill, I can see the city lights,
The silence is impeccable, the falling snow, beautiful,
Lights are the heartbeat of the city,
My vision, a painting.
There are thousands of people in front of me,
Yet I do not see them,
Words are exchanged amongst them,
Yet their whispers are inaudible,
And so I sit here, unable to find proof of their existence,
But all I need to do is believe they're out there,
Living.
And so I sit here, with a smile on my face,
Underneath the silent sky,
Underneath the snowy night.
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