| on seven mornings I have come to town what's in a world before it wakes what's in a circle that has not been found what's in a day before it breaks in seven shadows I have laid me down cast in another kind of light dreams in a circle that has not been found what's in a world before it wakes a brilliant believer and a fallen star summer remembers winter spring or could you tell me when we have not been walking the world before it wakes I still believe you and I love a daughter of another day young as the morning and the night young and they tell us we have always been waking another child of light I still believe you... |