Goodnight
Goodnight oh little world,
For my head shall rest to sleep,
As little thoughts of darkness,
Do all my nightmares reap
When shall the evil end,
And the darkness slumber stir,
For everything that happened,
Was just a bad nightmare
The greatest thoughts of joy,
Shall now play within my head,
For life is just a game,
Which can't be played when you are dead...
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