These rooftops all silent
The lone light of Foxen
My remains wide 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 dawn 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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