| Somewhere in this universe of lost forgotten dreams
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| The silence weaves a tapestry of once enchanted themes
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| The shadows listen carefully and question what it means
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| For stories have lives of their own
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| But what good’s a story whose end is unknown
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| Stay with me
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| For the little night that’s left to be
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| For a moment in a memory
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| That time cannot defile
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| Stay with me
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| Where the night still offers amnesty
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| And the ending is tomorrow’s unborn child
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| And stay with me awhile
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| The darkness covers everything and carefully watches all
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| It hides behind the storm’s lightning and cushions every fall
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| And everything it witnesses it always can recall
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| Like things that the heart can regret
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| Bury in time and then try to forget
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| Stay with me
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| For the little night that’s left to be
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| For a moment in a memory
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| That time cannot defile
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| Stay with me
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| While the night still offers amnesty
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| And the ending is still yet to be tomorrow’s unborn child
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| And stay with me awhile |