yet so small
somehow you ain't above it all
I weep for sheep
as the night sky blooms
I awake to the day
that always comes too soon
Life is light at night alright
The truth comes in sets of three
April, June and November
till then let me be
Sleep shall come
for those who are weeping
I encourage you to get some happy
while the cruel are still sleeping.
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