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Poetry22:25 May 09 2011
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When the sun closes its eyes on another day
The moon wakes and starts to say
May the blackest night come to bear
Come for the night is ours and ours alone
Come my children it is time to play
Time to feed, time to destroy,
Time to steal a mortal’s soul
My lovely night do not squander it
For we only have a few hours
Come my children it is time to play
For when the dawn starts to show its head
Then the time is ours to go to bed.
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