In the dawn of the night,
Came out a picture really bleary.
It caught my soul,
As if the wings of a dragon,
Had pierced it,
And it's breath had smeared it.
And from there I proceeded,
To think of you,
And I did,
We were one at that corridor,
In time and it seemed though,
We were in the dawn of the night.
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