The moon gradually Drifts into the sky
Sucking the light up bit by bit
While The time turns with, ticks and tocks
And the darkness has no place to hide
I try to sink into a sweet lullaby
But my mind Demurs and delays
The thoughts circle round
Like a radio hit
I toss and turn
But feel comfortable in this place

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