Night

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The sky is a canvas full of lanterns,
Sinking in many lights of wonder,
Carrying spirals and cosmic beauty,
Envelops our mind just like a blanket.
We are too blind to see it,
We set eyes to breathe it,
We yearn to control its mysteries,
Take it as one of our prizes.
We can't possible comprehend,
The darkness it holds within our eyes,
Binding us to our dreamscapes,
Building monuments to keep us away.

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