This story was written long ago
So please tell it to me slow
Everything the way it was meant to be told
Whisper like the story is old
Or I may never go to sleep again
I don't know what I'll find there, my friend
I may never
No, you cried. The tale cannot be said.
A song cannot be tasted, a rainstorm can't be read
On these two things you and I should agree
One day you'll know it the way it was known to me
Until then you can sleep peacefully
And the night will be what it will be
And you'll never
One night I was lying crooked, my tent was on a slope
The flies buzzed around me like the burnt end of a rope
And suddenly I was lying in a luminous haze
Just why, I wasn't to know for days
But I let it out and brought it in
Like a drawbridge opening and closing
Though I never
And now I'll never go to sleep again
Because I don't know what I'll find there, my friend
I will never
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