They only come out at night
You see them during the day
They haunt their storefront windows
They have so much to say
They watch you as you walk
As you stride past their store
But as soon as it gets dark
They walk out of their door
They speak in lower voices
A language of their own
You will never understand them
From your human zone
They smoke their cigarettes
And sip their cappuccinos
They reminisce about old times
When they were human beings
Good one here Rich!
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Danke!
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