I want to rest
From the poisoned day
Oh night whittle my burden
As I hide away from the bawl of the day
Oh night you are ever giving and kind
Give me now serenity from the
From the bedlam of the day
And I will give a snore
In my dreamland.
Give me this
Ephemeral gift
In my transcient rest
Till my maelstrom vaporizes
Into the thin beyond
Where my foibles will wane
Into unspoken words.
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