We’ll assemble it here;
At the foot of the night.
The amber backfire.
We’ll gather holy dust;
When all tunnels have lost
A sun’s far-off song.
We’ll hear the glassy howl
One late whirlwind tail.
While mirrors bowed yawn.
We’ll assemble it here;
At the foot of the night.
With a sound like ours in flight.
Oh wow! This is beautiful!
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