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Always he walks for hours and miles,
he returns only on midnight to his place.
And on his way he sees the houses
with their dark windows.
For him it´s not unequal to walk
through the old graveyard by night,
where only the fainest glimmers
of firefly light appear.
There in the corner where is no light,
there where whisperings and murmurs come from
but he´s not afraid, he walks on.
In silence he suffers, for silence he lives.
This is the graveyard by night.
And I´m the Night Child.
This is where the souls glow.
This is where I must go.
Sudden grey phantoms
seem to manifest upon the walls,
there where a curtain is still
undrawn against the night!
There in the corner where is no light,
there where whisperings and murmurs come from
but he´s not afraid, he walks on.
In silence he suffers, for silence he lives.
This is the graveyard by night.
And I´m the Night
Child.
This is where the souls glow.
This is where I must go.
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