Mystery

Oh, you're the silver bird that flies.

You're the flame and all the hands that show.

You've taken all you need, so why not leave us

  Alone?

You've made a mountain out of sand.

You've left us nowhere else to stand.

You've taken all you need, so why not leave us

  Alone?

And now the time begins to sway.

The fever starts to fade in yesterday.

Tremble now, and step into tomorrow

  Alone.

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