If the the light entrances me,
Let it enter the folds of the earth
In this ground of some heaven.
The light has grown dim and dimmer,
Feeling the visions of a day old.
The night has completed its visit,
One of these days of your sight.
If the light enters the fold we have
A copse full of strangers, that die
And deliver the puzzles of the times.
If this light enters the fold or copse,
We see blood on our legs and feet,
Climbing can build a nightmare,
Feeling the time of a night.
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Dim, and dimmer! But, with the visions of the day. Nice work.