The Night
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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The Night
How eerie-still it looks:
Wherefore that furtive glance?
The Night
All hidden in a cloak it is
And robber-like
It turns its glance away.
The Night
This night of guilt I must protect
From its suicide before the Dawn.
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