Yes,i know that it is you!
It is you,your shape,with words untrue,
That breeths as if a night held in slumber,
Sitting,hoping,waiting for its number!
Along with a torch while in the sun,
No need for fire as all shall be done,
You lack faith as I lack courage,
You lie empty as I with too much storage.
We all come and die the same,
And it's all fine while nothing was in vain.
Sleep now child and let dreams go wild,
Rest and be assured,that your thoughts,shall soon be pured!
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