Refrain

 The air is dark, the night is sad,
I lie sleepless and I groan.

Nobody cares when a man goes mad:
He is sorry, God is glad.

Shadow changes into bone.


Every shadow has a name;
When I think of mine I moan,
I hear rumors of such fame.

Not for pride, but only shame,
Shadow changes into bone.


When I blush I weep for joy,
And laughter drops from me like a stone:
The aging laughter of the boy
To see the ageless dead so coy.

Shadow changes into bone.

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