| From the page in the book that I found
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| From the sound of a word written down
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| Telling me, telling all, strange shadows call
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| Fingers trembling, I read to the end
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| Then the light seemed to wither and bend
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| And the words seemed to call, strange shadows fall
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| Who to run to or who to tell? |
| Who would listen to me?
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| Just the sound of a ringing bell and the night running free
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| Then the wind took the page from my sight
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| I was left all alone in the night
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| Where the dew gently falls, strange shadows call
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| Time will pass but the words they remain
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| And I dream of them ever again
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| Telling me, telling all, strange shadows call
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| Strange shadows, they’re calling, strange shadows calling me to…
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| Strange shadows, they’re calling, strange shadows calling me to…
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| Strange shadows, they’re calling, strange shadows calling me to. |