The Gloriousness Of Night
G. O'Hagan - Form 3A
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When the shining, gaudy sun has gone for her nocturnal rest,
Then O the glorious night doth arrive and I'm at my best.
For in the dark hours of the night I love to go for a walk,
For then the streets aren't packed with nattering women full of talk
And my nose is not invaded by the smell of bread and pie
And no sharp loud colour is thrown up and forced into my eye,
Instead there is but the soft sweet fragrance of the gentle night,
And the colours are all sombered, devoid of harsh light,
And then I can walk where, e'er my heart calls me, up hill or down,
And my imagination can run free, I'm a king with a crown,
I'm an emperor with palaces, armies, riches and wealth,
Nay but I can be more, I can be the very God himself,
All this and more when the dark doth expel and chase out the light,
And the earth is enfolded by the gloriousness of night.
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