a clock slow ticks abound this night,
besiege my head to lonesome dread;
release this beast of time in flight,
to sink your teeth slight leave me dead;
where once my heart in still would lay,
now kings of space but hunt to slay;
dark war of night amid begin,
'fore long come break this pain we win;
release the weak 'side in to see,
rescue at last to free me be.
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