I'm falling into a strange and dreamless nap
and sure you lean your head into my lap
Like I believe my face is on your chest
every night I put it down to rest
But my eyes glow with dark peace of loneliness
or what I write is just a heap of mess
And as it happens, it has to be this way
or if it hasn't, what could I then say
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