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The nights wind breezes through the treesA mist of dreary wonder, moments yet to be seized
Nights of endless pleasure, the nights we amiss
Make the moments we lost, much harder to list
Deep in the darkness, beyond the bleak and dreary night
Wonders what lies beyond this illusional sight
Thunder crashes in the distance, as the rain begins to pour
The wind continues to howl, in a voice that demands more
The troubles of once was, seems a faded past
The night evaded and removed them alas
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