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Time has no house with us
Wretched passing of the Sun
Living outside these walls
Held no tighter than a gun

Morning holds no night here
Wicked wake of streaming light
Cutting day elsewhere
Ever exiled sleepless plight

Dusk carries not the dawn
Lonely lover ever lost
Wandering and sickly
Crushing loneliness embossed

For us, time has no home
Evil cycle of the moon
Standing still among thieves
No more vile than mistune