These rooftops all silent
The lone light of foxen
My remains wild open
Before the still Waters
A moment to admire
The sleeping with no memory
We're writers all of us
Deep in the world's listening
Every night I see
The Once upon a time-life greeting me
But you can't buy me back with a memory
With your brazen summer sun
Every night I sound
My low I hope your world is kind
Over the scape that fills the night
Something fair sleeps in your world
The rooftops all sleeping
Underneath them brittle little man-things
Unveiled clowns, false kings
Every moment the world in writing
The horizon in blazing
As another library burns down
Soon the morning comes
And into my heart's night infinity enters
Every night I see
The Once upon a time-life greeting me
But you can't buy me back with a memory
With your brazen summer sun
Every night I sound
My low I hope your world is kind
Over the scape that fills the night
Something fair sleeps in your world
Auri in the night
Sighs I hope your world is kind
As the down comes, and by her side
He sits down and starts to play
Every night I sound
My low I hope your world is kind
Over the scape that fills the night
Something fair sleeps in your world.

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