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The night sets softly |
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With the hush of falling leaves |
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Casting shivering shadows |
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On the houses through the trees |
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And the light from a street lamp |
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Paints a pattern on my wall |
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Like the pieces of a puzzle |
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Or a child's uneven scrawl |
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Up a narrow flight of stairs |
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In a narrow little room |
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As I lie upon my bed |
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In the early evening gloom |
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Impaled on my wall |
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My eyes can dimly see |
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The pattern of my life |
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And the puzzle that is me |
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From the moment of my birth |
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To the instant of my death |
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There are patterns I must follow |
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Just as I must breathe each breath |
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Like a rat in a maze |
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The path before me lies |
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And the pattern never alters |
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Until the rat dies |
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And the pattern still remains |
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On the wall where darkness fell |
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And it's fitting that it should |
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For in darkness I must dwell |
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Like the color of my skin |
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Or the day that I grow old |
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My life is made of patterns |
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That can scarcely be controlled |
