The dark abounds
When rays are lost
When sounds' asleep
but thoughts are shouting
I go to sleep
when men start croaking
when birds start stirring
and I start yawning.
The rays, they pierce
The sunless morning
The birds, they screech
A mindless greeting
And I awake
Willing sleep to take me
but sleep comes hard
for those who worry
the next wake they face
When most is sweet; in dreams only..
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