By misty stroke in window
And whistling of the birds in bushes
By sorrow of the widow
And rattling of the carriage wheels in crushes
Find out name that night is singing
And say it to the mirror
The smile of ghost will hail the winner
And darkness will become more clear
In book that dead hand guards you read the words
They’ll tell you of new path - through darkness to the light
Your finger in the book will point to the first word
And this word’ll be the name of one who’ll lead you to the light
Not simple word – the word of might!
Word
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