Night Flyer Biography

Realm of the night
Sanctum of all mysteries
Welcoming me back into its arms
High over swaying pines
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Through a misty forest in the night
Drawn through passageways of darkness
Over cold rivers
Drawn to that crimson light that beckons from the distance
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Over by the wall,
Her photograph stares sadly at me
In the late night shadows of my lonely suburban dream
She lies forever silent now, beneath the leaves of a cold meadow, filled with ageless stones
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I saw her just the other day
Swimming in a Western bay
I saw her face
I knew it was love.
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If you could see the tapestry of life on which all our lives are woven,
Then you'd feel the purpose to which we've all been chosen,
As our lives surge forward like waves on an endless ocean,
There's so much we can do to fill our world with devotion,
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