Every fuzzy line
Must give up to time
Every promise of the day
Will slip and slowly fade away. The great golden eye of the moon
Watches me, awake, in my room
It holds the air with unmurmured sigh
There is no rest, not here, tonight.
All the dreams beneath my eye
Will paint their tales across the sky
But through this silent house a creak
I lie away and dream of sleep.
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