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Thought I could tell the voice of John Hurt

While the wind whistled up from the dirt

Like a man behind the curtain

Telling good news in rhyme

In the hum of the static dusk

I heard the faint reveling of Olabelle

Busking her heart out on a pavement

Of some part of a long lost lifetime

All of them long live out their days

Singing along, in secret ways

What lingers on among the light that stays unseen

All the ghosts of Evangeline

Heard a grandmother laughing, I swear

Through the chimes of the morning air

Blowing past the open window

Where precious namesake’s sleep

In those wild angel dreams she’ll stay

Where the matriarchs of ancient gods pray on

All things good in our days, to comfort and keep

All of them long live out their time

Singing along, Evangeline

What lingers on among the light that shines unseen

Are the ghosts of Evangeline

As we bid a fond farewell

To a little blackbird that flew and fell

Let’s imagine what her soul will tell

If we let ourselves hear it

All of them long live out their time

Singing along in secret rhyme

What lingers on among the light that shines unseen

All the ghosts of Evangeline, of Evangeline

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