Visions of men never known
Never seen, never heard, never shown
Characters lying in wait
Responsible figures of fate
With memories and faces as long as their hate
Paths and the angles of light
Find their way into my eye
Recorded and logged for a time
Some living, some loving, some dying
There are factors re-arranged every time
The phrases, the angles, so fine
Sunken valleys and decades of crime
Distant seasons
A smile that was quoted as mine
Paths and the angles of light
Find their way into my eye
Recorded and logged for a time
Some living, some loving, some dying
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