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who's
been sleeping in my bed?
listening
in the shadows 
for all
this sun has said 
it shines
without witness 
no life
signs required 
idea of
creation makes all other ended 
the dreamer has learned it all by heart 
and
constantly
slipping off for a wander 
I'm
looking out into the woods 
in
the snow 
I
see prints 
          to follow 
and
I see as far as the eye can go
into
the mountains 
that
brush with the sky 
into
the ice 
and
past the horizon 
from
the windows of a bus 
and
then 
no
bus 
no window 
dawn, old
friend, we have been here before 
I will
always find a way as long as I've this home 
the
namelessless is a beginning 
and
there's forgetting at the end 
come
into the forest 
you
dreamt before time 
come
a little further on 
you know I can't know here 
idea of
creation makes all other ended 
we're
making it up as we go
 
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