The Night
Everlasting candle's bright The mourn of the lasting fright What to expect, what to evade The question always longs in my heart What to expect, what to fight Walking through the noice I think A cup of coffee and a vibe of 50's Might not do a do, but certainly boo the thoughts Typographical problem - such a dilemma What to believe, what to say - mourningly i proclaim Trying to recall the days by the sea - the not-so-good times Of one's enlightment, of one's detention of mind
The weird stories right off the window On left and right they disclose "What's the matter?" - proclaims Me calmly "The matter of finding the dove, a one who takes you far None of the folks know where to dive - to dive" - replied the voice calmly "But where are you, if I cannot see you" - replied I "I am the spirit of the past and futuristic brightness all at once While you may or mayn't comprehend or blend the thoughts into one All you must know, the everlasting thought - neither past or future Is in your hands, but the only thing you may control - is the precise minute" - said the voice and disappeared Frankly, such a discovery was a niche one I woke up and thought to myself - "The ghost of the future and the past has paid me a visit! Just like in the tales of the very same kind " - finished the thought I To pray or to not, is the choice upon you To work for you own, is the thing you ought do
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