Lying still;Am I dreamingFeel the chillBreath of fearEvil fingersHover, lingerSo
There's a cat prowling through the streets at nightAnd she's
The moon is downCasting its shadow over the night-haunted townMystical
I'm sorry to have been so much of a boreBut
The birth of a realisation;The rise of a high expectation;Emerging
Isn't it quiet and cold walking all alone, alone?Happened I
All in all each man in all menAll men in
Now she sits by the riversideWatching the waters glide by,With
How can I laugh or cryWhen my mind is sorely
The room and street are known only to me and
And the horse riding up through the red skiesThe moon
(A personal song. It has been kept simple to retain
Don't sing a tune to yourselfYou might believe this one.Try
The ship's rising up from the sea to the sky
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