[Verse 1]
Night loots us of our time
Hints of defeat through me
Yielding to one final pun
And shared flashing glaze

[Chorus]
But our will stays cloaked
As we take a step back
Our hearts talking low
A fading Morse code

[Chorus]
But our will stays cloaked
As we take a step back
Our hearts talking low
A fading Morse code

[Verse 2]
"Quick!", says a darting bird
Fierce is nature’s way
Trophies bared up high
Strong men do have firm grips

[Verse 3]
And though I seize the high-prized advise
Distracted by labor and wraiths
I just can’t set my mind with it
Keeping me away from heap
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