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And his name if I ever did know it is gone
But the purest refrain will haunt us again
And he has that with me
I don’t long for some fleeting exchange in the dark

And he has that with me
We won’t speak, he won’t ask me to follow him on

Both in time
When I’ve nothing to bring
When we’ve nothing to bring
I don’t ache for some tender exchange in the dark
That will pass

That I’ve nothing to bring
Without knowing the shape of him
We’ll meet in a different place
But the purest refrain will haunt us again
It is said that he is stone
And they tell me he walks alone

I am certain they are wrong
I’ll be waiting for him before I begin each line
I sing for the man in the wings

Back to back I can hear his pulse racing with mine
And he won’t mind
When I sing for the man in the wings
That will pass
Me, the man and the song