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Oh the night, it is so long

And oh, the dreams are rough.

The moon it fades, as do the stars

And I have had enough.



I arise and pace around

The twelve by fourteen room-

It is my solitary jail

And all I see is gloom.



The picture, it's not pleasant-

But black on black is black-

And I am so immersed in it

I can't find my way back.



So toll the church bells slowly,

Call all home for the rite,

For I am irretrievable

From the canvas of the night



Oh the night, it never ends

And I'm part of its whole.

I'm locked into its darkness and

I cannot find my soul.