Theres no answer in this phoneline
Theres a dancer by the moonlight
The heavens go piping on
The flying white tragedy
That crowds your memories
Is drifting away with the dawn
Red are the herrings that float in the lake
Tingling to the rustle of the wind above
Reaching for a playful song
Thin thread of life hanging bare
The thrill of awakening still in the air
Memories fade but live on
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