| I came to your party dressed as a shadow and you never knew, you never knew
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| I rolled through the halls like a velvet wave, as quiet as an empty stage
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| I blackened your eyes and stole the light from your glass
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| But in the cold calm of the morning, lay like a death-kite on your lawn
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| I came to your party dressed as a shadow, without invitation, without a motive
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| I parked three streets from the moonlight — the soft walk to your house on a
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| silver string
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| You were dancing in the backyard to a biscuit-tin beat
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| I slunk between the notes, posting them off to the night
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| This is symptomatic of you and me: i have jars full of your breath
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| I have shelves of your words but you have nothing of me but a space where i
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| would be |