Silence comes with the darkness of night, Shadows fade with the morning light. All the things that move to decieve. Are lost in the celebration on Chrismas eve. Log on the fire, an amber glow. Caught up in The play, Afraid of the show. Time to retire. Getting lost in the flow.
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