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Nightime


an uneventful night

that didn't feel quite right

with letters of horsemen 

waiting out the door

and chariots shining bright

they can't wait anymore.

i mean what i said

and i meant what i saw

so pick us those feet

make sense off it all

you call it a night

i call it the beginning

whether you feel like your losing

your not you are winning

one step, then two

straight to the door

to find what the warming 

night has in store. 

milkmen and postmen ans rude men and tall

maybe just maybe 

we will come across

them all.

just give me a chance 

and let your eyes wander

to the masterpiece things

you cant see in your slumber.

i mean what i say

and i say what i see

each of these nights are a gift

so roll up your sleeves.

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