Into the Night:
Another fine mess I have myself in,
No matter how I try I just can't win,
In days gone by it never seemed so hard,
Somewhere inside me, there lives a great bard.
Until the day I come out of my shell,
Deep down within me,he must always dwell,
For it is up to me whom I shall be,
And in the end, the whole world will then see.
A simple man with morals and virtues,
No fuss, no fighting, with little to choose,
Whatever came my way I sang and played,
And into the night my spirit will fade.
But while I'm on earth I shall shine brightly,
As bright as any star and just as free.
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(Ten syllables per line)
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