I have told
Come not at night
And I got the replied
No, not at all.
The dark was
Getting darker.
And the sun was
Brighter and brighter.
Oh, yes I have caught,
Caught the light alone.
But with all gentleness
It left me telling
I was not discipline.
The waves stop crying,
And I was blind
To gaze at the sky
That was hidden
Behind that soft hill.
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