The world looks strange by morning light,
An unclaimed heaven within our graspWhich talks to us by day and night
But will, like lives and loves, not last.
And all the time it’s still the same
The days tick by without a whisper.In years to come who will be blame
For never forcing us to listen.
Through all the changing days and years
In skies that torment, rage and weep,May we save our dreams and tears
Until the moment we shall sleep
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