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Oh, you whistle down the wind
you needle the dark with your mind
When you're volleys of words in an arc
When you're snuffing out all still alive

And a falls
From the eye
Blooms a wave
That overruns all of your days
And the caul
off your eyes
You alone
A fear that's dragging us all in its

And you kill the

I
You're in the now
And you yield to the embrace
And you lie a stone on the banks, giving out
As it carries off all of our

I know that
I know it likes
I know it
Like all the guns of a battery
Right at your

it's real
Because it
A thread of slowly unraveling

Your tongue
only light

But hold sound
it all the way

And put down the

The night is
But still is out stars in its wake
And that stubborn
Pools in your
and nacreous, baby
The milk of
And