I’m lost inside these lonely, twilight realms:
Half way in soft flame and half way in shade.
The saffron moon mirrors my feathered sorrow.
It seems I’ve been here for such a long time.
I’m lost inside these surreal, twilight realms:
Looking for a guide to take me by the hand.
I’m a soul out of time and out of season.
I’m searching for someone who will understand.
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