Where the stars start to fall, and burn and torch,
And in their rain I cling to the belief
That I can pass one more night without you…
Stones break under my heavy steps,
Back and forth across the stage of an empty courtyard,
Where only sleepy flowers try to last a watch with me…
I can make it, come one, I use my strength of will,
A light inside of me that is always there,
Though fading graciously with the years.
~~Fiddler 05/23/2002
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