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 I remember every detail of it 
The smells of the orange grove 
Your dress, and the way it hung upon you 
That look that was in your eyes 
At that time in the day, the sun was weary 
And that weariness bled to us 
With your hands you could steady any vessel 
And those hands wiped the blood from me. 
We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight 
We are more like wolves in dead of night, night 
We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard 
Than all the larks about to sing, sing. 
I remember calm before this chaos 
The sound as the coffee boiled 
And the clear cup I watched the sugar melt in 
In this stillness, a nagging thought. 
We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight 
We are more like wolves in dead of night, night 
We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard 
Than all the larks about to sing, sing. 
We are not the lions of the daylight, daylight 
We are more like wolves in dead of night, night 
We are more the raven in the schoolyard, schoolyard 
Than all the larks about to sing, sing. 
 
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