At the time of the recording on Archives 2, this was a work in progress:
Through Lori, a window,
the lion is roaring in the rain
And I know that nobody sees her or plays
I’ve seen all the love
I see all traces of the night
Through this plain...
Night from whence we’ve stayed
And the heart that ? made
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