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The night is and cold, the strong winds and the rain
Crack the branches upon my
The devil beats his casting out his spell
Dragging all his own down hell

The of the clock inexorably goes on
The of the stray souls of heaven
The of the cove where the traders stored their gold
Echo voices still dead to the

Underneath the vine by the leaves
I still hold you to me beneath the open stars
the pillows and the sheets
I hold you dear to me

The ticking of the clock, surely sunrise won't be
darkness hides inside it's own shadow
The beats his drum, casting out his name
all his own down into shame