...a golden thread...lyrics...pass deux...

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the dappled light of night and tungsten
I fell, clumsy to the last
reaching out with open hand
and finding nothing in which to cling
far from you
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the ground came to meet me with
thoughtless shadows wrapped about
leaving little pride, less than storybook
and warmless light
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human to the last failing foresight
and staring at days that stretch quietly across
the scrap of stone like a helioscope
devoid its novelty
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there's a golden thread that leads to your heart
not so much lost as simply said
it is from me
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meager existence when one is blind to sense
my gentle hands seem only to find dust
upon their return from the stillness
of shadows
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despite all despite me that thread is elusive
as if Erabos had taken it to the fringe
of thought and reason
and forgotten it himself
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but here I am and you'll rise above all else
so whispered echoes won't reply
but find themselves in the bosom of stone
and wane away
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there's a golden thread that leads to you
if I'll not find it
may the one that does find it brilliant
just the same
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