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Black as night And smooth as silk; A shadow in the night. The silent creeping Of a night-dark shape. A whisper on the wind, But no other noise. The fire you used to protect you From the night's creatures Is soon encompassed by one. The purple eyes regard you silently. But you are afraid And poised to run. You flee the fire. And the night creature Stares sadly after you, Weeping. |
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Wishes of sweet dreamers Come from this one. Life loves the weary soul. The bitter-sweet sadness Mixes together In this one. To say goodbye, To close the door, Perhaps to find, But first need the strength And the will Of this one. You will know this one When you see, But will this one Know itself? |
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