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False is the dusk that has fallen with the wet blanket of grey across every horizon,
cool is the touch of air, goose-bumps on my skin exposed to a silver shimmer,
hot is the breath feathering my neck, I'm blinded by your presence,
take hold of me and fill my soul with music and with your light.