I climbed upstairs
To walk the night-roof
A dancing silhouette
Stood by my side
It played all over me
From head to foot
I lost my concrete walk
In embrace to that form
Mere shadow it was
Giving a touch of my own
And the reality
Was attached
In clips, firm
Fastened to a rope
It was my hung cloths
Which was put wet
To dry, and the shadow
Elongated to hug my
Lonesome figure
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