Dry airs float off these hills
Gloomy weather, sun paradise
The Bay Area tide refreshes all
Windy streets and solemn nights
When grey clouds gather above
Tree leaves fall on the road
Twists turns to meet the floor
And the wind takes them out
Lines of streetlights glow
There glow bounce off the tarmac
Mists draw strange caricatures
The darkness consuming those
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