Repentance

Tha last quarter of the moon hides

Some sleeth begin to slide

The stars are deaf, mute and blind

Watching the leaves on their silent glide

the lake whispers lurid words

Out of tune like broken chords

Shinning through the light of moon above

Glistening in every flight of clouds so numb

Repentance is like a lonely night

Long and killing the cold is tight

After the dreaming, counting of sheeps

The dawn will break to cut your sleep

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