Never
Come What May
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(Something inspired by 5 am)
By Tha Bomb.
Sleep is long and time is short,
like running rivers dry,
he flees along and never stills,
as evening passes by.
The Night, she's left now, left me here,
alone in all my being.
Dew slips the grass, blue slips the sky,
and sparrows start to sing.
One day older, one life shortened,
as long my memory grows,
I'd stop a minute but have not the strength,
and so the minute goes.
I stop to say goodnight to you,
though good morn' would also do.
As you read, I shall slumber,
so until we meet, 'adieu'.
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By Tha Bomb.
Sleep is long and time is short,
like running rivers dry,
he flees along and never stills,
as evening passes by.
The Night, she's left now, left me here,
alone in all my being.
Dew slips the grass, blue slips the sky,
and sparrows start to sing.
One day older, one life shortened,
as long my memory grows,
I'd stop a minute but have not the strength,
and so the minute goes.
I stop to say goodnight to you,
though good morn' would also do.
As you read, I shall slumber,
so until we meet, 'adieu'.
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