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Nuit Blanche
It's two o'clock in the morning now.
Head's been in a pillow fight
And my body is rather tired
But I now turn on the light.
My mind aches and sure doesn't help things.
Why is there always pain?
If only someone were close to me
To obliterate this bane!
So I pick up my paper and pen
To wile away the hours,
Soon putting my thoughts into writing -
Which my hurt empowers.
Thus purged, will I be able to sleep,
To repose my weary head
Or will I then just resign myself
To the sleepless night I dread?
