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The night is still, moon nowhere in sight
World is fast asleep, in the blanket of night
Stars are twinkling, behind the clouds,
Amidst this stillness, I search my voice
I try to speak, but words don't form
As I sit defeated, my emotions transformed
Welling up my eyes, moving through cheeks
Seeping in the pores, leaving me week

Wind is cold, blowing toward east
Clearing our mind, as it slowly drifts
In this stillness, I find immense joy
So let the wind blow, and the night be still
In this silence, I'll find my will.

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