By the mist of the night,
I say to you my son
reach out to the sky,
beyond space and bond
No seed would buy,
a race of the human run
Nor would go high,
the man who hates the sun
I say to you run,
run for the right turn
I say to you turn,
turn to the right gong
I sing to you songs,
songs of a wild born
By the mist of the night,
I say you my son
©marvellas
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