Night Bird
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I sleep the sleep
of midnight,
dark and deep.
The clocks strikes speak...
and chimes of excitement
I do not hear,
spears the owls ear
with vigour.
It floats as a ghost
on earthly prowl,
and me, destined
to dream alone
steals its position
in the night
and flys
with the moon
on my wing.
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