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Sep 2010
sofly we
(and that we know
is known)

true it is
that we
are
somethin
unknown

the hour's mystique
the moment is bursting

the hour knows names
our names
your name
and mine

know what you know
know what you dont

do what you do
do it well

softly we
(and death is here
and very
very much
so)

and we are here
and death is here
and death is here
and we

burst into the mistique
it is that hour

this is known
Written by
jeffrey robin
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