In Night

Come back day
With brilliant light
Don’t mark your wishing way
Thiever of might.
I fall face to the ground
Broken by mud
In darkness I drown
Tears are my flood.
You abandoning reckoner
You saw this it seems
That I’d be my own breaker
Me, dreamer of dreams

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