Ah well now it is strange indeed
The mysteries of the night
The light turns to darkness
And the darkness turns to light
There is no frenzy there is no buzz
Things are warm and cozy
And everywhere little children
Wait for a bedtime story
People retreat indoors
There is no need to be out
Stay out too long and others wonder
What mischief you are about
The night brings suspicisions
As much as it brings rest
The darkness ever blinds our eyes
Putting sight to the test
The air grows quieter
Things start to still
And in the sky the stars twinkle
As they forever will
It is a fog indeed the night
Through which I cannot see
Beyond the ending of a day
Another yet to be
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