The Mystery of Night
Waiting waiting waiting - but to whom?
For the dark, nights groom?
For the sleep or to night-
Or waiting for a new bright?
The lazy dreams are walking aline,
They are common, not to thy.
Then what? What the thing?
If anything , calling to thy-
Hide in shade of dark, waiting to my.
Dark to Darker, silence meets her,
Birds digit also visits,
But am rude guy, nothing nor my!
Tomorrow office, have to go, but waiting to sleep, on the row!
Oh! See the leaf, breaking down, may for it
Wake in alone!
Or the Guard sleeping at night, may for being
Hero of right?
May the moonshing asks to me,
For a visit, with you ' fairy '!
Just the tale, nothing more,
Really the night flips me more!
If I slept, passed the night,
Wake in morning, feeling bright.
But alone here on tha bay,
Betrays me everyday,
If the dark, got the Queen,
to me and from the marine!
But the mystery of the night,
Spoil mine one more bright.
Again I know, will be here,
but calling the tone, not fragrance air,
It's the solve and it is bare!
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