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The sun has fallen once again
there's sweat upon my brow.
I tremble, I shake, I must stay awake,
for I fear it is close by now.
How many nights must I endure
this nightmare that never ends?
How much longer must I accept
this gift that the night always sends?
What have I done to deserve such a fate
these sleepless nights in bed?
I rise from my pillow and sit and wait
for the dark things to clear from my head.
But the dark things they will never leave
they stay and multiply.
I fear this nightmare will not go
until the day I die.
So as the dark things call me once again
and the shadows dance upon my wall.
I try to find some comfort in knowing
it is only a dream after all.
It is only a dream after all.
Jesse Turner
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