2 AM
This
Is
The
Hour
Of
Sweet
Repose,
When
No
One
Knows
What
Comes
Between
Sleep
And
Dream.
In
Darkness,
My
Rooms
Become
A
Mystery
Of
Form
Without
History,
And
Spirits
That
Haunt
My
Day
Hold
Sway.
This
Life
I’ve
Made
Is
A
Kingdom
Of
Shade,
Far
From
What
I know,
My
Morning
Self
A
Show
Of
Bright
Light,
To
Chase
Away
The
Night.
This
Is
The
Hour
Of
Sweet
Repose,
When
No
One
Knows
What
Comes
Between
Sleep
And
Dream.
In
Darkness,
My
Rooms
Become
A
Mystery
Of
Form
Without
History,
And
Spirits
That
Haunt
My
Day
Hold
Sway.
This
Life
I’ve
Made
Is
A
Kingdom
Of
Shade,
Far
From
What
I know,
My
Morning
Self
A
Show
Of
Bright
Light,
To
Chase
Away
The
Night.
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