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Always in love with the night.
When nothing else is orderly,
Humbly reaching out for the hand of God,
As everything then seems all right.
Whether inside looking out,
Or gazing up as it rains.
Inspiration so spiritual.
Amazingly, always the same.
As I gaze toward the heavens,
And give thanks for this life,
Yet pray never take away.
This moment of time with the night.
Blessings I humbly count,
Multitudes peaceful in sleep;
One soul consuming restoration,
My night of serenity and peace.
Shall I never question the time,
Neither wrong nor neither right?
But continue my love and affection,
The advent, then the glory of night.
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