And the wind whispers Its revered vow to keep Subdued, and nothing stirs. Even the dormouse wends Its silent padded way. And soft moonlight descends To ease the path of parting day. When all alone we reach Into the deep recesses of the mind To understand but not to preach To the frailties of humankind That so beset us daily, no respite. Solace only in the silence of the night. |
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