Days are long yet nights are short.
Many thinks that night might hurt.
But with time the night grows warm.
Lullabies, sleeping through the storm.
Night is when desires free.
Dreams come back again to me.
Things unseen and those unreal,
Night allows me see and feel.
When night comes goodbye the pain.
I stand when dreams come back again.
New surprises the night may hold,
Future plans it may have told.
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