Maybe I am a fool
And maybe you are not
All the times that we danced
Disappear into nothing
As the silent sun goes down.
Maybe I am a man
Who sees the sun for something
Bringing up flowers, then we
Turned to skeletons
As the violent night drew long.
Maybe I saw the moon
All the times that we danced
Changing into nothing
And wolves devour the sun
Then the fullest moon shines on.
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