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Story of Us

The bus moved quietly along

And the sky was still dark

Although it was after dawn.

The air was hazy

And stars were twinkling still

In the gray shadows of the sky.

The bus moved quietly along

And at the stop sign on B and 2^nd

I looked outside the foggy window

And saw a lone street light.

It blinked at me,

Flickered hopelessly,

Trying desperately to hold on to

Its last breath of life.

It fought a hard, unpromising fight,

Which was doomed before it began.

The battle was lost,

The war was over,

And with a final glimmer

It died quietly

After its futile struggle.

I looked away

And the bus moved quietly along.

The lone street light had just told me

A story of us.