It's the time of day
When the dead draw closer
Than the living could ever be
Look no more hard of hearing
Seem ready to hear confidences
With a sympathetic ear
Having been there before
Seen death and worse
Suddenly the hidden reveals itself
It's all been the same journey
For them and for us
Only the travellers have changed
Revelling in the same springs
Groaning through the same deserts
Though thinking there was no one else
They too have stood before
This yawning abyss
Swinging between hope and despair
Then seeing through all this
They have laughed aloud
Like never before
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