I’ve a feeling I fly
In the dying light
Of a hostile sky,
Ever urging me on
This endless flight,
Be dream er deems
A chilling journey
Of night folly extremes…
Nights the like
Emerge but to blur
My anxious reach
For sapient deter,
I seek to compose
To author propose
Held liberal worth,
Of nights to dispose
With merit want spare,
Said weary night follies!
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