The night fall has come
To give peace to its quiver
Shadows on dancing swum
In the dim moods to deliver
Window of dark is peeking
Into my heart alone
Something from myself seeking
Of my chords and tone
Fighting off I am trying
Though I am loosing strength
Just on my back there lying
Minutes dwell on in length
Wandering off to walks
Somewhere along the way
Whispers through walls and talks
Closing in with their play
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