Lirieke: Quidam. Kinds of solitude at night.

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When dreams into nightmares fall
I close the door to the shadows?s land
Visions haunt my heart and soul
Sweet smell of all the memories in the air

Yearning to be carried away
falling to the charm
numb throughout the day counting hours
pining for a change
desire to escape
all my thoughts is automatic
trying to fight them
I wish that I could feel so

Calm when the night is falling
Calm when the night is in the air
Calm when the night is falling
Calm when the night is close
Calm with the darkness night