Goodnight!!! It’s time to taunt the night
In ambushes laid at fort noon
With barrels and land busters
Gather by this fireside
Deceased souls of the night
Whom night swallowed in peaceful sleep
From your shrouding blankets
That so kept you warm on soft Mouka beds.
The night is as wicked as dark
Hence let’s in ruthless rebellion
Draw down its tent,
Burn its curtain by this fireside
That it may have no shades
To hide it from the daylight
Or from the goodness of dawn,
And in large crusade guide it to dusk.
But how can one burn the curtains
Of a night unseen.
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