Days in graying shadows
Coming through dawn’s ray
In many footsteps glows
Each one making up a day
Different ways of busy lives
Secret place old ages
With their burning on drives
Going through their pages
With the dark and few songs
They come here in mystery
In a timelessness to long
Each with special armory
Falling grace shadows deep
Flowing through the hours
Nothing in remains to keep
As their minutes towers
Stillborn in a midnight choir
Every falling step to come
Morning glow in new desire
Where the light is from
Coming here to give and burn
For their longings while
Till the day to night will turn
In their dreams and guile
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