Many a night I sit and ponder
Of the distant lands and what lies yonder
The blue linen and the silver spoon
The lying man in a bright cocoon
Forests and leaves in winter spring
A mystery tonight everyone will bring
The bars are shut, the hour sleeps
Yet many awake, the reaper reaps
I am light in white night
Before the moon sets born in plain sight
But no shine from naught can break
One mans folly, his forced mistake
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