What hand holds mine,

And does it’s owner know me?

Do eyes look into my heart,

And love what they see in the darkness?

Light comes in,

And things sizzle and burn

That could only live in the night.

Who makes a home in my heart,

And who dares to want to?

Who holds a candle high,

And whispers my name?

Where have you been, Love,

And will I know you, when I am so blind?

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