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Nocturne

Relative Minds
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King silence rules
now the sun leaves the way
for his unknown wife.

Every creature escapes
from her daily cures
and falls into the arms of sleep.

But night you ain't got no power
on the sad soldier
he will depart for a foreign bay
at the former light.


King silence rules
now the grig you can hear singing
humming the sea.

A wind-drive leave
falls on the ground
and the soldier shivers to the view.

But night you ain't got no power
on the sad soldier
he will depart for a foreign bay
at the former light.



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