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Ooh, you whistle down the wind

When you needle the dark with your mind

When you're firing volleys of the words in an arc

When you're snuffing out all that's still alive

And a droplet falls from the dropper's eye

Blooms like a wave that slowly overruns all of your days

And slips the caul from off your eyes

You face alone a fear that's dragging us all in it's wake

You kill the lights

I know you're in the river now

And you yield to the water's embrace

And you lie like a stone on the banks

Giving out as it carries off all of our names

I know that sound, I know what it likes

I know it feels like all the guns of a battery

Trained right at your eyes

Because it's real, because it pulls

A thread of slowly unraveling days

Annihilates your mother tongue

Your only light

Put down the knife

The night is here

But still, it's spinning out stars in it's wake

That stubborn light, pools in your heart

Warm and nacreous, baby

The milk of sigh's and dream's