Sweet Nocturne,
keeper of my dreams,
when I close my eyes,
for a night time ride,
of unanticipated roads,
leading to stories untold,
that always uniquely unfold,
such a lovely uncertain,
for opening scenes,
after a drawn curtain,
I am an actor captivated,
till dawn interrupts,
and coffee fills my cup.
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