Evening Whispers
My Son, the dawn approaches,
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My Son, the dawn approaches,
I don’t trust the world to still be there,
O who you don’t know me
If I were to die and be reborn into flesh,
The caravans of mystery boxes
I stand between the sun and the moon
What did we lose tonight?