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Oh, when you whistle the wind
When you needle the dark with mind
When you're firing of words in an arc
you're snuffing out all that's still alive

And a falls
From the eye
Blooms like a
slowly overruns all of your days
And slips the
From off eyes
You face
A that's dragging us all in its wake

And you kill the

I
in the river now
And you yield to the embrace
And you lie a stone on the banks, giving out
As it off all of our names

I that sound
I what it likes
I know it
Like all the guns of a trained
Right at eyes

Because real
it pulls
A thread of unraveling days

Your mother
Your light

But this sound
it all the way

And put the knife

The night is
But is spinning out stars in its wake
And stubborn light
Pools in your
and nacreous, baby
The of sighs
And