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Insomnie

The sweetest light shining bright
upon me
that gentle sound this voice is bound
to calm me
it drew me nigh with a sigh
I was captured
paradise on earth now life is worth
to live until the rapture
my biggest fear is that my dear
would depart me
I dwell not on if Im said wrong
by Socrates or Sartre
but now its here my nightmare
upon me
I will never hear that voices care
to calm me
too much to bear waking nightmare
insomnie

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