The nights will steal your slumber, restless you'll remain,
The nights will steal your slumber, a constant, aching pain.
When I am gone, lost to you, hours you'll weep and wail,
The nights will steal your slumber, a sorrow you can't veil.
The shawl of melancholy, your head will gently hold,
The shawl of melancholy, a story to be told.
Of days now faded, memories you'll embrace,
The nights will steal your slumber, etched upon your face.
This world will seem to weary, all things a heavy cost,
This world will seem to weary, a future to be lost.
In every word, a quarrel, with all the world around,
In every word, a quarrel, without a solace found.
The nights will steal your slumber, a constant, aching pain.
When I am gone, lost to you, hours you'll weep and wail,
The nights will steal your slumber, a sorrow you can't veil.
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