And so the boy watched the silhouettes dance carelessly in the dark,
Vague figures telling stories against a familiar flame,
Vague figures telling stories against a familiar flame,
Stories of there and back again,
Stories confined to the figures that tell them,
Wondering one day, when will it all be illuminated again,
When will it all be clear.
Wondering one day, when will it all be illuminated again,
When will it all be clear.
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