Through dark values
In its for a short time glow
Something there is singing
On and on quite slow
With days never ending
And darkish in its tone
The ways of light bending
In shadows so alone
Through every dreaming going
In to its very own
Of time and time flowing
Where thoughts were blown
As day of night is coming
With wishes from the steps
And dully voices strumming
Of hollow inside depths
The day is not now near
But only dreams in gray
That flow and away steer
Its silences night lay
For a morning to follow
Into the dreaming on
Like moon to stars shallow
In every twilight's eon
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