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

And a falls
From the eye
like a wave
That slowly all of your days
And the caul
From off eyes
You face
A fear dragging us all in its wake

And you the lights

I
You're in the now
And you to the water's embrace
And you lie like a stone on the banks, out
As it off all of our names

I that sound
I know what it
I it feels
Like all the of a battery trained
Right at eyes

Because real
it pulls
A thread of unraveling days

Your tongue
Your light

But this sound
it all the way

And put the knife

The night is
But still is spinning out in its wake
And that light
in your heart
Warm and nacreous,
The of sighs
And