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/ It's just at night that I can hear you, / When darkness has covered the once bright sky, / Black surroundings creeping over me, / An operating silhouette show. / / Amongst my dreams, / Awakening on some rand
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I sit beneath our tree,
an old willow,
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I walk the dusty floorboards- My grandfather's old estate,
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A tryst for lovers under sweet moon's embrace, An ancient place for angels where their hearts doth race,
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Here I feel safe, not blinded by the ignorance of men, No war or suffering rings my ears with its repulsive embrace,
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So quiet, the life of the tiger, A winter spirit in cold moon's embrace,
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The Sleepy Hollow engraved inside that dying tree, Shadows the eerie moon's sweet, soft intensity,
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br An abandoned hospital, once filled with honest service,
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br Insomnia fills my deepest nights,
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br The party really kicked off within minutes of the guests arriving. They flooded into the spacious garden, giving the presents they had b
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br Bring forth the mighty comets from the blackened sky,
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br The silence peeks and beckons twice
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