Call me nocturnal.

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The night sky,

Watches us all,

Hides us all,

From the reality of the morning,

The curse of light,

If all our minds,

Had a "night" button,

Then everyone would shadow,

Their problems,

And wake up,

When it's all gone,

Well,

Call me nocturnal,

But I don't want to wake up.

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