Nighttime makes us melancholy
Emotions find their way
Deep and strong
Welling up
Coursing through us
Every light seems to glow
And produce an image
In my head
In my heart
Of you
I hear a buzz
Repeating words
I don't want to hear
"Until tomorrow,
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Good night.
Night.
Good.
Night."
I guess it is.
It will have to be.
A good night.
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