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Oh, when you whistle down the wind When you needle the dark with your mind When you're firing volleys of words in an arc When you're snuffing out all that's still alive And a droplet falls From the dropper's eye Blooms like a wave That slowly overruns all of your days And slips the caul From off your eyes You face alone A fear that's dragging us all in its wake And you kill the lights I know You're in the river now And you yield to the water's embrace And you lie like a stone on the banks, giving out As it carries off all of our names I know that sound I know what it likes I know it feels Like all the guns of a battery trained Right at your eyes Because it's real Because it pulls A thread of slowly unraveling days Annihilates Your mother tongue Your only light But hold this sound Follow it all the way And put down the knife The night is here But still is spinning out stars in its wake And that stubborn light Pools in your heart Warm and nacreous, baby The milk of sighs And dreams