The night belongs not to any
Yet some belongs to the night.
When love darkens with frustration
When depression scowls without inspiration
When reverie carries unceasing lust
When longing kills every strand of hope
Know ye….
That the night belongs not to any
Yet some belongs to the night
Perhaps you and I part of it too.
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