Who are you when murmurs of daylight stops
When the final drop drops
Who are you when no eyes are ready to see
In the shadow with no one to see
When the truth are tangled and kept in silence,
When neither the crow calls nor cock crows,
When the echoes of times quietly subsides
Are you the one we all know in light, when the lights are gone and shadow takes hold?
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