The stars are winking, are they mocking me?
The night is that dark that I cannot tell.
The moon is that pale that
I never know where I tread
Fragrances of wild flora kiss me
Yet I never know their colour
I just hear the brook flowing
I never know where it flows
I feel all the wonders at night
Yet I never know, I never see them
The night is blind, the night is drunk
The night is vague, the night is blunt
Let the night go
Let the dawn break
Let the light peep
Let the colours shine
Let me see the colours, the shapes,
The perfect imperfections of the world
Let the light guide my realization
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