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It is midnight in the ice rinkAnd all is cool and still.Darkness seems to hold its breathNothing moves, until
The man sitting on the settee,stroking a cat and watching TVisn't me.I am the settee.
Hello! thanks for callingI'm just off on my bikeThat's my room up thereTake a look if you like.
A stranger called this morningDressed all in black and greyPut every sound into a bagAnd carried them away
Tomorrow has your name on itIt's written up there in the skyAs you set out on a journeyin search of the How? and the Why?