by Walter Egan and Christie McVie
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Who can say what moves my hand, who can see the things I've planned?
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All is not as it should be, dealing with reality,
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And it comes when nighttime falls,
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Like a voice the darkness calls.
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Sometimes I feel I lose my place, when pressure blinds me like a storm,
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And I'm resigning from this race, I need the night to keep me warm,
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In darkness, forever deep, forever deep in Silvery Sleep.
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Once upon a time a king, full of promise, full of spring,
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Fool at heart, and fooled by pride, foolishly he let love die,
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So the king and kingdom falls,
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Like a voice the darkness calls.
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Can you say what moves my hand, can you see the things I've planned?
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All is not the way it seems, time has taken all my dreams,
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Like a friend the curtain falls, like a voice the darkness calls.
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Silvery Sleep
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| Walter Egan |
