Night rules my vision with the curves of black hands,
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Through closed eyelids I see a bright outlined circle,
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What is it: imagination or fear,
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Or does the night rule my vision with the curves of black hands?
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Don't bother me, I'm melting in the light,
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I'm driving myself crazy with a fear of heights...
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Speak to me in a gentle whisper,
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I will be resigned, I will become tame and, being afraid
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To seem inexperienced I will breathe deeper
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Acrid gloomy smoke ...
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In the circle of light, in the circle of light, the place is warm for me,
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I will wag the tail of my comet...
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No answer - no hello from dusk to dawn,
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I will rush down and disappear in a circle of light...
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Night rules my vision with the curves of black hands,
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Through closed eyelids I see a bright outlined circle,
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What is it: imagination or fear,
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Or does the night rule my vision with the curves of black hands?
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They didn't say a word to me, and they didn't lie,
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I looked spellbound, but they did not interfere with me,
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Everyone stood smiling, but they didn’t invite me inside,
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As if they were waiting for something, waiting, waiting, waiting!
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In the circle of light, in the circle of light, the place is warm for me,
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I will wag the tail of my comet...
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No answer - no hello from dusk to dawn,
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I will rush down and disappear in a circle of light...
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Night rules my vision with the curves of black hands,
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Through closed eyelids I see a bright outlined circle,
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What is it: imagination or fear,
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Or does the night rule my vision with the curves of black hands? |