What a night it has been,
Cool and dark and still,
My eyes are tired,
My fingers are heavy,
To sleep I am very keen.
What a night it has been,
To think of things to think off,
To dream with my eyes open,
To see what has never been seen,
And all that from a night which has been.
What a night it has been,
Alone here I type,
About this night,
Which has been,
Like the night before,
And forever more...
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