Hour of the Wolf

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It's late at night but no sleep is here
so much to think and so much to fear
I find no way to put my brain to rest
the thoughts go in circle, for the worst or the best

If there's no sleep in for me for a while
so I meet the unbitten thoughts with a smile
by creating a world of my making
all of my wishing is ready for taking!

This world of my dreams is exotic
with dragons, with magic, and full of erotic
a place I would be willing to stay
to forget reality and continue to play

But sadly: this home I create
is doomed to destruction - its ultimate fate
as soon as I am bathing in heat
the world disappears - as I am falling asleep!

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