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when night drifts along the streets of the city
they ask me where i've been
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
i said, i have shut my heart
my true love from her pillow rose
the old songs
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
quietly, with reverance, in awe
to come so soon to this imagined dark
wheel me down by the meadow
as a naked man i go
i am singing to you
i know what you're going to say

 



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