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| A mystical poem that makes you think |
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But hush now, and let s drift into this night,
Through dreamless sleep to comfort your troubled mind,
Cut loose your tongue and let your heart take flight
Think of what is and not what might,
You’re not alone, tomorrow is close you will find,
But hush now, and let us drift into this night.
Yes, the end will come, but not yet, not tonight,
Let’s not talk of the end, to that be blind,
Cut loose your tongue and let your heart take flight.
Let your thoughts be of morning, to its dawn so bright,
Release your tears, put your fears behind,
But hush now, and let us drift into this night.
Let us dream of songs unsung, the colour of twilight,
Tomorrow wee talk of what troubles your mind,
Cut loose your tongue and let your heart take flight.
Let us rest upon the thoughts of this quiet night,
And take to your sleep my words so kind,
But hush now, and let us drift into this night,
Cut loose your tongue and let your heart take flight.
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