the day gives way to the dusk
the sky gradually darkens
stars flashes everywhere
its night time
under the glowing sky
i walk my path
the moon lighting my way
my feelings all mixed
there is this river
which by its side i like to gleam
its a mystic blue
the moon giving its appearance
and its at night
i like to glance
it seems lonely just like me
i look at it as a friend
my sleep is short
i sleep but less
i am lonely
the solution only the night
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