Call from a leafless stage, a parting pieceBack now to our nights and the black better yearsAching to find what already isWith an ear on the river and an eye on hisTurn yourself inTurn yourself inTurn yourself inTurn yourself inDark is the sky that masks the weightGot to be shed to slit the plateTurn yourself inTurn yourself inTurn yourself inTurn yourself in
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