The
dark of night
The
eyes can't see
The
shadows will play
The
silent games
Nobody
will complain
You
know what I mean
Nobody
hears a thing
The
sleeping eyes no story
The
movements are quick
The
ingredients quickly planted
In
the dark of night
Passersby
don't walk in
The
shadows will play
Making
no noise in the night
The
time of the story
Only
the truth will make it bright
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