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 its 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
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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:
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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.
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Darkness (11/11)
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| Van Der Graaf Generator |
