Night of Yore
By: Adam M. Snow
Speak softly so my heart can hear,
Of your voice and make it clear.
I don't have time to bicker and sing,
But o'er thy voice, a bell dost ring.
Charming away solstice night of yore;
Ticking away more and more.
The dawn of age will come to pass;
Speak now and make it last.
Speak now while moments endeavour,
Because nothing on Earth, lasts forever.
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