The Silence of the Night

April 8, 2008
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The silence of the night
Does not exsist
Unsteady flows of sound
Die into the mist

Screams of hope, desire, and hate
All add to the list
I yearn for nothing more
I can not resist

Morning will come
All be forgotten
The love will return
Nobody will be rotten

Til' that edge of the night
Where silence is fright





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