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slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour
eyes grow weak and
embrace the darkness tender
kings and queens shall bow
should you ever turn back now
here is something
even the devil can't deny
rest, my friend
nuance's lullaby
end your fears
xenogeny of
time's old slaves
pray you'll stay
reeled in ardency divine
ease your pain, with the salve of eventide
you shall now never need to hide.