Night, the silent stalker comes,
IT steals away my dreams.
My hopes, that seemed immortal,
All now are but Fears of things.
My time it has been ticking,
This time I have runs low.
My hope of a sure tomorrow
Lessens to an ember’s glow.
News, though sweet should be,
Eats me all up inside.
One I love is tiring,
Thus Two I fear may die.
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