The Night
In my silent soul I distillate in this lonely night , in this night as sun light sets on high the night remains . Light can't worm my souls cold night . The night brings fright as fear delights in this never ending night , in it's might , otter my souls might . Might is limited , right is forever . Light is might , dark is weak . Hope is unsure , faith is ensured . Right is men's might , light is men's spear that Peirce's the night . Faith is men's sight . In my night dawns the light .
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