Would it be that, my sight is night and you are day?
Could we fulfill, a web of spider paint, oh window pane, what do you say?
Can you see me? it cannot be, but make me free you are the way
Still I'm up, across the path against the sun along the bay,
Wonder if i threw a stone across the river would you play?
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