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It’s 3AM and I’m still awake

I walk to the window and pull back the drape

And stare at a moonless starlit sky

And wonder aloud, why is it I

Cannot find the sleep I so desperately crave

These thoughts overtake me, to a point where I cave

And slink back to my desk like a cat on the prowl

After all, it is why I am called the Night Owl



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