Toward Dawn and Beyond
If memory serves we have a history
Of hanging on to manic mystery
Fingers of night that change into dawn
Tho' no one speaks it,the joy is gone
Seems centuries old yet moments late
It's not the time to hesitate
No wise men here-no star so bright
We're simply sketched in candlelight
Be that as it may-be quick as you can
It's time to end what the night began
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