Can you see, in of lateness' dark,
thinly, shadow's do not cast in the dark,
but in my mind, deeply cut fine,
I can still see, shadow's falling in the dark,
when the world's, sleeping sweetly still,
maze's forever cease, leading path's into the dark,
unlighted, shadow's beckon like a beacon,
silently in, of the dark.
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