| Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity
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| Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder
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| I trace it’s patterns in me
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| Tomorrow’s tomorrow is birth again
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| Boats burn the bridge in the fens;
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| The time of the past returns to my life
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| And uses it
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| Don’t blame me for the letters that may form in the sand;
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| Don’t look in my eyes, you may see all the numbers
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| That stretch in my sky and colour my hand
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| Don’t say that I’m wrong in imagining
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| That the voice of my life cannot sing
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| Fate enters and talks in old words:
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| They amuse it
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| The hands shine darkly and white: only in dark they appear
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| Bless the baby born today
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| Flying in pitch, flying on fear
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| They shine in my eyes and touch my face
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| Where I have seen them placed before;
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| Don’t blame me, please, for the fate that falls:
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| I did not choose it
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| I did not, no no, I did not
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| I truly did not choose it |