O, Night! How I love thy thunderous silence
And thy busy stillness.
I lurk in your darkest corners
And run in your brightest fields.
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The thunder, lightning, pounding rain,
How could a cloud be so full of rage?
To scream with the thunder,
Rage with the lightning,
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Oh, the splendor of a crisp night
And an ivory gold moon,
How my soul takes flight
With wonder, not returning soon.
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