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Sleep, who is my friend

Oh, this killing time, I fear is my destined end

I look inside, but see but a glimpse

But, God, if I opened my eyes would I see You

And would my soul know peace for the first time



These dreams are cruel indeed

I heal from the day

Just so I can once again let my heart scream

Into the ears of your heart

And into the depth of my mind



Silence is flame to the ear

Burning it’s victim with the sear of its scream