The night breeze knocks at my window.
And I like a lost candle flame
Gaze at it with weariness
With eyes sunk in Hypno's halls
The lullabies of distant lands
The winds sing to me
The eyes now in Joy close
And the heart heaves a sigh
It is time to ride on dreams
With sleep as a divine disguise
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| Image from Write the World |
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