
Come to me dear evening…
Let your long airy arms sooth away my stress
Bind my wounds, heal the sore on my sandals
And let my head rest in my pillow of fine wool
Come sing for me, sing like the Nightingale
That live by my window side
Trace my spines with your fluffy fingers
And calm my straying nerves
Bring to me the night wind for the day has been hard
Pet my chest hairs with your muse, tell me stories you heard
Let the stars glitter, let them light the skies with their light
And when I fall asleep, let my sheep sleep with the airy night
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