| Relics from a distant age
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| Rainbows at night
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| Tears uncried
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| Carefully leaving their places
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| Perfectly wiping all traces
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| Twilight brings and breaks the spell, yet
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| Gently, unexpectedly, it’s there
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| Your eyes may not be aware
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| Then…, too late, the yielding dawn
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| Morning will come
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| Eyes that never see the day
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| Never knew light
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| Wake at night
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| Memories, visions, illusions
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| Feeding all hearts in confusion
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| Winds of woe embrace the lonely
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| Even though their words silently flee
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| Where do they hide? |
| Don’t ask me…
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| Slipping through the gates of day
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| The night’s giving way
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| Solitarily
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| Dew withholds the mystery
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| Keeping still
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| But once it will
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| Tell the tale of the eyes we never see
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| Relics from a distant age
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| Rainbows at night
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| Tears uncried
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| Carefully leaving their places
|
| Perfectly wiping all traces
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| Twilight brings and breaks the spell, yet
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| Gently, unexpectedly, it’s there
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| Your eyes may not be aware
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| Touching light, they’ll disappear
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| Morning is here |