| Hidden Lakes |
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| Gone from the house to the snows |
| Like a wandering light |
| You send a last balloon |
| To the solemn light of the moon’s eye |
| Over the fields |
| And the arcs of the radial lines |
| That bind the waking world |
| To the hidden life of the empire |
| That sleeps in the frozen lakes |
| And moors in the darkened bays |
| And glows in the golden rays |
| And dreams of our lives |
| That moves without sound |
| Through the air, through the ground |
| And that streams through each break |
| Carved in the line and dreams of our lives |
