In the hope of something bright
Anxious I was that night
Hidden in black clouds was moon
It was some hot night in June
All was dull and I was bored
All about loneliness was lored
And suddenly, at the door
There was silence no more
When I heard at the door knock
It was about eleven o'clock
Opened soon to see your face
Were motionless time and space
When you came that night alone
Expanded my pleasure's zone
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