A quiet night blankets the soul

As cities turn to ash

And my glass remains full

Late in the day’s shadows

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A steady rain within

Sweeps away the cries of family,

Whether near or far

In the worldwide hellfire

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The full weight of nightfall

Presses out precious phantoms

Leaving daydreams void

Without the calm of their chorus

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So the glass overflows

To quench the king of my thirsts

To kill the whistling refrain

That bombards in the night,

When the soul meets silence