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Each night the village sleeps away,
when the dead-man rise in the graveyard
And the river gets wild under the black clouds,
A stranger rows his wooden-boat Through the thick
fog,Following the ghost light and the faint singing in
the wood,Chasing the dreams drifting away.

Each night the village sleeps away,
A stranger sits near the still waters
Silent, like the leaves of winter-grass,Desolate like
the shivering bird in the freezing rain At times
looking ,at the clouds sailing away, Walking the miles
long marooned memories Trying to catch the sinking
moon and realizing - how "life can be complicated in the simplest way"

Each night the village sleeps away,
The stranger walks a new path of pain,
Left with no choice but waiting the falling dawn And supporting his widening oblivion...

*Sigh*
Story similar to me haunting day and night,
Dumbfounded,perplexed hanging in an empty cellar
cries echoed in every altar of the empty house,But Still
not able find the path through which i'll come alive...