The darkness weighs heavily on my body, tired and strained
The wind caresses gently, tempting me with sleep
"Why fight slumber, what is there to be gained?"
I argue with myself whilst my conscience weeps.
Then daybreak comes and light floods the skies
Driving back the shadows to their rightful place
All the fearful creatures and their terrible cries
Disappear in the blessed sun's warm grace
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