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Carried away, caught by the storm
Blown about
For far too long

Ink fills the evening
The night time is drawn
Sleep will come easily
After the yawn

Broken by the fierceness
Of typhonic destruction
Out of the vortex
Taken by suction
Free from your torment
Now programmed to function
The sun fills your future
The winds have now gone

Ink fills the evening
The night time is drawn
Sleep will come easily
After you've yawned

Peace as you slumber
Inside of your bed
The traumatic disfigurement
Has been offered as a friend
With the chance to recuperate
You'll rise again

Ink fills the evening
The night time has come
Sleep offers solace
At least unto some

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