Many late nights when the world slows down Inspiration, imagination come sneaking around Disturbing my dreams without an end in sight Nothing can keep them from my sleepless night I listen as the house has no sounds to make Gathering my thoughts, I lie in bed still awake Having soothed my soul and I find peace in time The strike of midnight I write my motionless rhyme.
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