Cry my self to sleep tonight
The night of all nights in November
The closed shades keep out the light
So I won't wake from my slumber
Shut my eyes, shut out the fight
I sleep so I won't remember
I try not to think of you with all my might
Please don't stir the dieing ember
The cause of all my fright
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