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

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

And you the lights

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

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

it's real
Because it
A thread of unraveling days

Your mother
Your light

But hold sound
it all the way

And put the knife

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