And what can I do if the silence of the night and sleep I seek and not find what I call my muse and I can not leave his words to the wind!
And what can I do if the world wakes up to the sun and not to the moon!
And what can I do if I close my eyes and under the covers even the whispers do not stop!
And what can I do if all you are feeding me bleed pages and ink pens to draw letters that make up tunes!
Mom, accept it now: I have to write at night!
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