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Apr 2012
When night comes
It's a time to sleep
Or a time to weep
Night is calm when it comes
I wonder where I'm from
Are we all alone here
Alone to face our fears
Or do we have a friends to help us
Ones in which to place our trust

When night comes
You wind down
But I wind up
Night is my time
When I think without reason or rhyme
And it's not a crime
So I cherish the night
Embrace it without fright
As it will not strike me
And I can be who I'm meant to be

When night comes
I see clear
No one's there to leer
At your mistake
No one to smile fake
When you're all alone
No favor do you condone
You suddenly know
As thoughts freely flow
Who is precious in your mind
The one you won't leave behind
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   Acacia Rose
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