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When most are asleep,

I stay awake.

Sheep counting sheep,

until daybreak.

The populous rise,

I close my eyes.

Routines are religion,

followed to a  T,

Making the wrong decision,

daylight makes them too blind to see.

So I close my eyes,

and the populous rise.

I fly with night owls,

in pitch black.

I'm the creator of the howls,

running and never coming back.

I open my eyes,

and say my goodbyes.

The populous lies

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