The restless night has captured me,
I scarcely hope to sleep,
For all sweet dreams have fled a world
Where wakeful worries creep.
Be not deceived by night’s sweet kiss,
For no joy lingers there;
There is no pity in its heart,
Just dark, anxious despair.
Still down my window’s cold black pane
The night weeps bitterly,
While I sit, waiting in the dark,
For sleep that cannot be.
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