What’s something about the night
That draws secrets from the soul?
What’s something about the night
That’s makes you and me vulnerable?
The utter stillness, the hush snores
The soft whispers of dreams and
The fleeting smile of the sleep
Cocoon us in our wakefulness
What’s something about the night
That makes Sanity take a rest?
What’s something about the night
That makes Impossible sleep in Morpheus breast.
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