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The curtains hang unmoving white
The room is steeped in still midnight
The heavy air begins to clear
I feel the night without a fear
The fridge hums low, the house is still
The cold is pressed against the sill
An open book lies on the bed
The words I read float in my head
I turn the page and close the book
The room returns its waiting look
My body sinks into the sheet
While questions tap their restless feet
The curtains hang unmoving white
The room is steeped in still midnight
A nervous thread inside my head
That weaves the quiet into dread
The curtains hang unmoving white
The room is steeped in still midnight
The heavy air begins to clear
I feel the night without a fear
I turn the page and close the book
The room returns its waiting look
My body sinks into the sheet
While questions tap their restless feet
The curtains hang unmoving white
The room is steeped in still midnight
A nervous thread inside my head
That weaves the quiet into dread
The curtains hang unmoving white
The room is steeped in still midnight
The heavy air begins to clear
I feel the night without a fear