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The lake at night
I cast a tear
For what is won and lost
And all that lies in between
I throw a stone
Down to the deep
Where fat plke
Cruise with murderous intent
A midnight mist
Descends from the heavens
That crawls
Like lazy apparitions
Across torn moonlight reflections
Them faraway trees
are a sinister shape
And the call of the wild
warns of crisis ahead
Soon I'm swallowed
By the spectral haze
Where the ghosts of the living
Talk to the dead
For what is won and lost
And all that lies in between
I throw a stone
Down to the deep
Where fat plke
Cruise with murderous intent
A midnight mist
Descends from the heavens
That crawls
Like lazy apparitions
Across torn moonlight reflections
Them faraway trees
are a sinister shape
And the call of the wild
warns of crisis ahead
Soon I'm swallowed
By the spectral haze
Where the ghosts of the living
Talk to the dead
Published 19th Nov 2013
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