We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly! - yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost for ever
Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.
We rest. - A dream has power to poison sleep
We rise. - One wandering thought pollutes the day
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away
It is the same! - For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow
Nought may endure but Mutablilty.

Album: A Rebours
Label: Cold Meat Industry – CMI.65
Released: Nov 1998, Sweden
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Lyrics by the poem of Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Video: scenes from the film A girl walks Home Alone at Night, 2014
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