In the quiet of the night...
Tranquil and serene it is not...
In the quiet of the night
When the stars dance
In the sparkle of twilight and
Watchful moon glance
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In the ethereal darkness
As the nocturnals prance
The serenity, the tranquillity
I should be in the arms of sleep
and counting the sheep who leap
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Not awake
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Not wide awake
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Redigesting my past regrets
Reliving my past mistakes
Choking on my past neglects
Fighting usual past suspects
Finding myself stuck
Between the night hag and the nagging
Between the nightmare and the slagging
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Dulling it all out
Is easier said than done
Forgiving myself
Is easier said than done
When sleep comes, all is black
Until the nightmare comes
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Then
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In the quiet of the morning
As the birds start to sing
In the light of a new sun
What will the day bring?
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