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| Dusk Et Nuit
Night eyes see our toil That we hide fom-o-sight O day. He sees our despicable nature. En la bume… Darken day, As we play. Oui, souls decay en ils lecher Upon our love avec dusk. We deceive as the lights they fade… Defying what was our trust. The rusted part de jour il est weary… As the candles are dimmed to a dull. The stars are witness to devious Et la lune c’est fading from full. The breeze is foggy and cool. But tasteful a minuit is air’s breath. The darkened paradise is for fools And those who cherish what’s left. Nothing’s too rude for the night, But only the passion of day. What day loves nuit does spite. Night wants to lurk not play. The prism del nuit color- ray… Dark, dull and dimmed il fait… The pitch, black silhouette en la shadows. An the murky side of gray. Tainted as nuit hampers vision With the distance glitter blended in He’s tickled dull with his friends. Il dance with pried avant jour wins. Zashfiia Ckalembee Copyright ©1999 Tilden Clark |