| The wind that blows quiet knows
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| A song as soft as silence goes
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| Into each thread a secret said
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| The sun and moon on a wedding bed
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| A rope unbound a treasure found
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| A healing ground an island drowned
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| To be without and not belong
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| Between the right and the wrong
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| And I won’t seek nor will I find
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| Today is here then gone behind
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| The future makes the past opaque
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| I’ve given all for true love’s sake
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| The tolling chime the senseless mime
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| The whirling hand of the beast of time
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| And what of this for a traitor’s kiss
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| And what of now for a beggar’s bliss
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| To fall away and leave the fray
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| To disappear and lose the way
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| And I won’t seek nor will I find
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| Today is here then gone behind
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| The lost ones and the lonely
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| Are the ones that go before their time is done
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| And the broken and the helpless
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| Are the ones that leave but never ever come
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| I’m not ashamed to be unnamed
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| And unmarked box left unclaimed
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| To be without and not belong
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| Between the right and the wrong
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| And I won’t seek nor will I find
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| Today is here then gone behind |