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
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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
