So crumpled the pillow
It looks like it's still asleep
But the cover is thrown off
As if the sleeper fled
Naked into the night
Betrayer of his dream
Like that unknown young man
Who tried to intervene
Did he see what was to come
The murder of the sun
What could he do but run
And creep back to the scene of the crime
And let the mystery begin
Which no one would believe
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