| There’ve been too many leavings to list in one place
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| Too many arrivals to ever retrace
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| And those have wandered haven’t fallen from grace
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| Just done a few things they would like to erase
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| And met with their shadows face to face
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| Up, on the ridge top the coy dog cries
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| It’s mother, a coyote with bright yellow eyes
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| A coy dog’s half friendly, the other half wild
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| Half is homebody and half is streetwise
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| It can’t help its nature and but God knows it tries
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| Star light, star bright
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| All the dogs are restless tonight
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| Leave on the porch light
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| I’ll be home after midnight
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| It’s all blessed and restless and up for debate
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| A season, a chance to alter a fate
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| But a moment can pass just because it can’t wait
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| And time hits you hard with a terrible weight
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| Like a rock to the forehead stamped with 'Too Late'
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| Star light, star bright
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| All the dogs are restless tonight
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| Leave on the porch light
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| I’ll be home after midnight
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| Our vision’s often faulty
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| We see but through the glass darkly
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| And yet we know deep down
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| When we hear the sound
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| When it speaks our name
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| The moon eats its center until it dissolves
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| Then conquers the shadow with a single resolve
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| Here’s to hoping for wholeness no matter how small
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| Asking the questions that cannot be solved
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| And following the ache of unnamable call
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| Star light, star bright
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| All the dogs are restless tonight
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| Leave on the porch light
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| I’ll be home after midnight
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| I’ll be home after midnight
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| I’ll be home after midnight |