Special Agent Dale Cooper - 12:01 AM | Текст песни

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Diane, 12:01 A.M. Black Lake Cemetery. A new day for all but the dead. *owl hoots in background* Sorry folks. In the recorded history of mans organized attempts to civilize this planet and, more specifically, their communities, men have always formed groups, clubs or societies, often cloaked in secrecy, to protect and preserve certain elements within their social structure.

Twin Peaks is no different. Sheriff Truman, Hawk, Big Ed, James Hurley and others, unknown to me, have taken up that mantle. They call themselves, ‘The Bookhouse Boys.’ Defenders in what appears to be an age-old fight against a kind of darkness in the woods surrounding this town. This is clearly a place that inspires dreaming about darkness and light. And who knows what dreams are real?

Deputy Hawk spoke tonight of a soul that wanders, a dream soul, a Blackfoot legend. With her burial today, I hope Laura’s spirit finds more peace wherever it is now than it did in its brief time on this earth.

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