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i close the doors lest the darkness robs me off my dreams you know these ceilings.. doors walls and floors have ears they listen and wait and listen and alert me of the night that comes by changes the mood and the look of the sky flattering me with stars and some moonlight romancing me wooing me to see what's forming in my mind a dream a stretch away and the night knows that for it will feed off of my dream and flee and i will be left with nothing but out stretched hands and unshed tears |
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