Black Black Black

Black, black black
Nothing but the steady clack, clack
One foot in front of the other,
One step at a time

Black, black, black
Try not to trip on the tracks
Hands pressed against the walls,
Finid and keep your balance

Black, black, black
There's no turning back
This tunnel isn't going anywehre
There's no light at the end

The End

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