At dawn, at dusk, or when the rain is near
I give myself to awe, dispair and fear
At dawn, at dusk, when dreams do not abide
and the heart empties, an inlet at low tide
At dawn, at dusk, when clouds seem to catch fire
the waves of day and night wash over my desires
At dawn, at dusk, sleeping or awake
The things I care about are at stake
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