What would be the time?
So solemn a place never be found
So peaceful a sleep they do
Here, in the air a magic rests
One be cheap if one let it go
Untouched
Here, dark night is phenomenon
Fear, free, attack one unconceived
As lights on here and there
Be rustic if they let him go unnoticed
Be seated by the fireplace to chat.
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