Paging Morpheus
The order calls for attention,
At ten, at two, at five,
And so frequently in between.
Good gracious sakes alive!
Bleary-eyed, I stumble out,
Though I can barely creep;
I'm just a brand new papa now,
In need of one night's sleep.
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De Von Grady Hough, night, in English Clear filters
Analogue
Waves forever moving,
Running to and fro;
Restless and impatient
As they come and go.
Bringing naught with coming,
Taking naught away;
So like all men living;
So like night and day.
Paradox
The night, though consistently falling,
Has no record of breaking at all,
But the day, which forever is breaking,
Has never as yet had a fall.
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