In battles of mind and all matter
Of time, the bright world beaming
We filled our cups
And slept as grieving shadows grew
That in their dark recess
But few would dare to sleep again.
Sleep no more
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In battles of mind and all matter
Of time, the bright world beaming
We filled our cups
And slept as grieving shadows grew
That in their dark recess
But few would dare to sleep again.