Silent she comes through the night
Desiring a silver light
Leaving, with dusk in her eyes
Descending from paradise
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[G. Faletti]
To overcome this
I become one with
The quiet cold of late November
If you don't see
I'll remain unseen
Until there's time to be remembered
...
So I found you
Found a way all through
The quiet cold of inner darkness
And now that you're here
It becomes so clear
I have waited for you always |
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