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The night is dark and cold, the winds and the rain
the branches upon my window
The beats his drum casting out his spell
Dragging all his own down hell

The of the clock inexorably goes on
The howling of the stray souls of
The treasures of the cove where the traders their gold
Echo voices dead to the world

Underneath the vine shaded by the
I still hold you close to me beneath the open
Beneath the and the sheets
I still hold you to me

The ticking of the clock, surely sunrise be long
When darkness inside it's own shadow
The devil his drum, casting out his name
all his own down into shame