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From a dream

Midnight – the Witching hour, when they have the power.
They romance us, They in trance us, They enhance us.

Midnight – the Witching hour, when they have the power.
They hide from us, They guide us, They sometimes confide in us.

Midnight – the Witching hour, when they have the power.
They find the man in us, They brand us, They stand by us.

Midnight – the Witching hour, when they have the power.
They are kind to us, They are not blind to us, They entwine us.

Midnight – the Witching hour, when they have the power.
They believe in us, They leave us, They bereave for us.

Midnight – the Witching hour, when they have the power.
They are a friend to us, They will defend us, They end with us.

Midnight – the Witching hour, when they have the power.
They are strong for us, They will wrong us, They are a song for us.

Midnight – the Witching hour, when they have the power.
They will sing for us, They will bring life to us, They are spring for us.

Midnight – the Witching hour, when they have the power.
They, with a song for us, They long for us, They will belong to us.

Midnight – the Witching hour, when they have the power.
They end the story for us, They foray into us. They see no glory in  us, 

B, J. “A “, 2
March 15, 2025

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