At three A.M.,
A cloud overshadowed the moon,
The darkness hazing the mood.
What is out there, the world so deep?
That clawing away is the least,
Darkness feeds on your voluntary weep.
What is there to see?
A cloud overshadowed the moon,
And I stood left alone,
Stranded with a pit of fear,
and a tad of sadness.
-Counting Sheep
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Fairy Dreams
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