In gentlest hands
They walk as if they're guided
By winds and gentle hands
Hold lanterns the distance
Held in childish hands
Afar you see them floating
Their Laughter echoes on
Those gentle hands caress them
These ghosts we are among
They were the Children of the sun
But darkness called so sweet
They embraced the gentlest hands
Walked with childish feet
They dissappear into the gloom
Watch the fading light
Those gentle hands have taken
Those children of the night
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