Shadow, in this silent hour-my soul in the field of dying flowers.
Seeking someones hand-vultures in the sky, this is the dying land,
this is where I stand.
By candlelight.....you raised the night.
By the open sea, sung sorrow's dream,
as the angel wept by the running
stream.
THEO RAY
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