A silent buzzing sound,
Life Slipping by with its mystery.
Ebb, flow, come, go:
The freedom of illusion
Drains through the midnight thoughts -
A vast city of darkness
And pale light
Absorbs the muffled, pillowed sobs,
Draws them into its bosom,
And cast them out
Across the dark waves
To wash upon some distant shore.
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