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El Búho

de Blanco White

In the night I hear them call
Move in the dark, their shapes unfold
In these eyes I quiver, darker still In closed doors
Don’t speak like you were there
One is here, I feel its stare
Rumoured still, and hidden by the sightless
Who have seen

If I lay my head down
Don’t blame the light’s power
Or those who claimed it from me

This time I’m torn, please wake me if I lose that face
Search in these eyes
There’s still fire in the darkness
And rooms of light

Still I dream in greens and blues
Days that break and skies that move
Memory’s eyes that quiver
Bound in spheres of milk and glass
Don’t speak like you were there
One is here, I feel its stare
Rumoured still, and hidden by the sightless
Who have seen

If I lay my head down
Don’t blame the light’s power
Or those who claimed it from me

This time I’m torn, please wake me if I lose that face
Search in these eyes
There’s still fire in the darkness
And rooms of light

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