How happy can the night sky be
When its dazzle distills into day?
If the winds howl and the shadows fray
Warm welcomes are lonely to me.
Far away, flew, from the cusp to see
How close the earth would come to betray;
I stole away love and chose not to obey
And landed with bones all too empty.
But fleeting words do drift abound
And in their language flaunt;
My subtle tongue longs to expound
The miseries that haunt!
But blameless me expels old sound
As mysteries still taunt.
Music and lyrics by Sam Russ
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