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walk into
the dark
and welcome
know my own way
make a wisdom
of it
old friend the
song
wide eyed again
things are lost
just as much of the dark
hear the music
there
be winter
be aware
the dark’s not quite
a silence
reach out for
what you know must be
the dark is
where we were before
I’m waving to
them
they can’t see
dot dot dot
things rise and
fall in it
here is all we
touch
it’s almost as
if having fallen this far
make out just a
shape
imagination is
required
some will shut
theirs for this
