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Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity... |
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Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder |
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I trace its patterns in me.... |
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Tomorrow's tomorrow is birth again |
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Boats burn the bridge in the fens |
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The time of the past returns to my life |
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and uses it. |
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Don't blame me for the letters that may form in the sand; |
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don't look in my eyes, you may see all the numbers |
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that stretch in my sky and colour my hand... |
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Don't say that I'm wrong in imagining |
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that the voice of my life cannot sing! |
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Fate enters and talks in old words: |
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They amuse it. |
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Hands shine darkly and white: only in dark do they appear. |
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Bless the baby born today, |
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flying in pitch, flying on fear! |
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(Wicked little Scorpio, doomed to die a thousand times |
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before he lives!) |
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They shine in my eyes and touch my face |
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where I have seen them placed before... |
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don't blame me, please, for the fate that falls: |
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I did not choose it. |