Retreat from mind numbing noise to silence and from the brightness of day to the dark, for the happy fog rests to fill absence. Silent, the song of the sleeping lark.The demons of the day no longer claw because day's shadows are their place of life, and without these shadows the horrors thaw and so, briefly ends the routine of strife.Take refuge and yield to the heaviness.The next watch is for the moon and the stars. Let far-fetched fantasies make mind clean mess, and find sweet release from the waking bars. Retreat from reality to your dreams 'cause reality is not all it seems.
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