| Now that all is stilled and silenced
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| That the rushing roaring daylight
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| Has lost itself — it’s hysteria
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| In the all-amassing night —
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| I too gently lose myself
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| Beyond the open window
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| Where a journey unfolds
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| Into the city of rain
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| Music’s never made such living sounds
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| Absorbing the night’s rythem
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| The walls resonate with a thousand tiny drums
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| Soft shards of liquid glass dance on metal pipes
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| Mixing dust and dirt and grime
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| Into a shining lubricating all-consuming oil
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| Some drop away barely making contact
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| Each bursting on impact
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| Into a fountain in the air
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| Dribbling off the lips of window ledges
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| Splashing silver splinters in the blackness
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| Scales of lifted paint turn to almost living flesh
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| Smearing — it slides and streams into a opening
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| In the underworld below
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| Revealing secret routes
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| Where the trappes earth breathes
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| Yellow streetlight breaks it’s beam across the water
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| Electric currents hum, steaming in the dampness
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| Cascades carry me away
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| Wash away the tiredness
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| Cool the fetid air
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| I turn to where you’re sleeping
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| Gently swimming through these hours
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| On to morning — unaware
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| And even though i know
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| All of this rise and disappear
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| With the dawn into the sky
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| Tonight everything glistens —
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| Like a jewel under the rain
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| Tonight the city is silenced —
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| Lost under the storm |