It was night
But I was not asleep
I searched for slumber
Lying awake in my bed
Sitting in the garden lawn
Walking in the deserted roads
Wandering in the woods
Sitting beside the river
Flowing with the winds
Writing down my pains
Hiding in the night's melancholy
But as the dawn approached
A deep slumber sank me in
Like a large bulky ship.
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