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There's a wind that contains the night
A fellow shadow wanders free
It runs across a sandy floor
With crooked jags and even seams
The moon's risen high above
The clouds can make them heavenly
A drought was kicked out of the class by
Frozen rings and dirty streams

I'm Home
The neighbours drink and toast the pain
To fill up holes they may have made
A child plays a silly game
With toys that he's imagining

The world is a deadly place
That swallows us with crass and ease
The only thing left from your name is
A tragic love of poetry
I'm Home

Someday you'll come back
You'll come wake us