Day and night, night and day,
Now comes the time when the sun fades away,
Making way for the night with its dark embrace
Shaking me hard, thrilling me, taking me to a place
Where the worries of the day no longer matter,
Where I feel so alive, yet while the sensation enthralls
There is a part of me that ever longs for the lark's call
As proof that I have lived to see another day.
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