Essence of night.
Sometimes the night
Is very cold.
And come from sight
For me to hold.
The moon so bright
Alone with me.
The stars are right
The same to be.
The silence play
With wind around.
And something came
To me with sound.
…
The time is late…
The night is here…
How strange is fate…
There’s no one here…
…
The sky is black
As empty street.
And stars awake
My soul to seek.
I feel and breath!
I’m still alive!
But hard to live
On other side!
The spirit lives
In me! In you!
And moonlight gives
Me something new…
… The time is late…
The night is here…
How strange is fate…
There’s no one here…
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