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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=351052" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Music Of The Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=351052" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the night the music plays, <br>I lay alone in the covers hidden from the dark, <br>I do not turn I do not look, I listen to the music play, <br>The horror of reality has left its’ mark, <br>On my soul, on my mind, <br>I am alone in the truth, in the past.<br>I know what they have seen, as others are blind, <br>I know the cast, <br>Of their play, of their lives, <br>Yet I still lay here scared, weak, <br>It is on my knowing that they thrive, <br>So I am left, weak. <br>The music plays over the sounds, all their goodbyes <br>I do not hear them, yet I feel them, <br>I see their faces, their eyes, <br>I know they hold onto life by it’s hem, <br>Trying not to let go, to hold to life, <br>They hold onto me, my mind, <br>I am their source of life, <br>And so I lay, waiting for sleep, <br>I lay with the nightlights in their small light, <br>Yet still the darkness is so deep, <br>For this is the same every day, I fall asleep, to the music of the night. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=351052" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">~This is the truth, this is how I live, this is my night.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Bethany+Maxwell">Bethany Maxwell</a></strong></div>

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