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

And a droplet
From the eye
Blooms a wave
That slowly overruns all of your
And slips the
From off eyes
You face
A fear dragging us all in its wake

And you kill the

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

I know that
I know it likes
I it feels
all the guns of a battery trained
Right at eyes

it's real
Because it
A thread of unraveling days

Your tongue
only light

But hold this
it all the way

And put the knife

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