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There comes a point
in the dead of night
When all is still without you
You cannot see
if you look outside
And the darkness grows about you.
There is a time
when the lights go out
And the moon is dead beneath me
That the dark things crawl
and come alive
And I wonder what you'll bequeath me.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
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There comes a point
in the dead of night
When all is still without you
You cannot see
if you look outside
And the darkness grows about you.
There is a time
when the lights go out
And the moon is dead beneath me
That the dark things crawl
and come alive
And I wonder what you'll bequeath me.
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