O, again it's night dark and lonely trying to find it's mate,
Sky filled with twinkling stars showing it's grace,
but night is alone waiting to be over and adorned by day,
O, again it's night,
love is not it's might to be remain like is it's fate,
It's silence is calling spirits to become it's part and remain in daze,
O, again it's night,
giving solace to souls but remain itself surrounded with endless hate.
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