The night will never pass, my friend
Your nerves can feel the strain
No sooner does a sad dream end
then ghosts drift through your brain.

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I live those scenes by circumstance    
no decent folk should know
To lie awake as in a trance 
chilled by the moonlight’s glow.

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Yet light flowed softly ‘round the bend
near where we mapped the skies
And maybe dawn was there, my friend
if only through your eyes.