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Night Song
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My Darkness and Death sleep
when a soul that her own clouds cover
this burning madness that refuses to dull
an unending flame that singes the vision
it wails that sorrow should always be
and unending gloom above her
sleep
down through darkness cold and weak,
it breaks its silence and sinks its lips
and the gifts of limpid mist recover
soon the soul heals the crystal mirror
though her wound be deep.
sleep
for all beloved of us, the darkness's lover
all most weary that smile or weep
feel thee afar or near them hover,
a little more, a little more
sleep....
