Before the day, before the rise,
Let there be a longer night.
I would sit by my window side,
With shutted curtains and drooped eyes.
Listen for the broken song,
Never heard after dawn.
Stir in my chair with lazy ease,
A heart grateful for my current peace.
Sun will break in time
With ancient woes and lethal lies.
Before the day, before the rise,
Let there be a longer night.
With shivering stars and sweetened tea,
I could sit forever by my window side.
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With shivering stars and sweetened tea, I could sit forever by my window side .... I like this very nice