Sleep in quiet, softest night,
where time and space depart.
Long past the frantic pace of days,
now dreams fulfill the heart.
Though life has laid a stormy path,
from which no one escapes,
a comfort fills the deepest void,
in which our bodies rest.
For light has long betrayed the truth,
and words have told but lies.
But here, in quiet solitude,
beleaguered souls reside.
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