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The moon's hiding behind
     the last of evening's dew,
It waits for a ride
     on the morn coming through;
The starlights been gathered
     as it melts into blue,
Just like these dreams
     and the visions of you.

Near a dry riverbed
     I stumble from my sleep,
Wond'ring if this soul
     will be worthy of keep.
The heart is a bleeding
     from the cut gone too deep,
It searches for comfort
     in the tears that I weep.

     And the days they are passing
           into the years left behind,
     The shadows hold mem'ries
           that we're hoping to find.
     The thief in the night
           walked away with our time,
     While sleep is the refuge
           that now eases my mind.

With a wave of a hand
     the last meal's 'bout to start,
This life's like a picture
     that imitates the art.
The talk 'round the table
     is that we'll never part,
But truth is well known
     and it lives in each heart.

It may not be today,
     or the few days to come,
When you're searching for light
     that's more pure than the sun;
You will step from the past
     into all that's begun,
And then in my dreams
      you'll be forever young.

     And those days are still passing
          into the years far behind,
     Shadows still hold mem'ries
          that I'm hoping to find.
     That thief in the night
          walked away with your time,
     And sleep's still a refuge
          that still eases my mind.

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