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Begone, foul beast;
Your presence is not wanted:
Leave me forever.
No one is awake
The hour is late and dark
Thinking overtakes.
When you see my eyes
They smile morning, evening
Night sees so much more.
I often sit here
I am alone and content
I don't need a soul.
Silence: no voices
Lightless: no sun in the sky
Joyless: thoughts torment.
Sun knows not my skin
Sky sees not my face or hands
I am winter's glow.
In the dark, whispers
Light left with a busy day
Now remain shadows.
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