O Crying Night

This world sits in tranquil repose,
With brilliant sheen of mirrored sky.
Wherefore it cometh no one knows,
Our slumber deep while night did cry.

Crying night, O crying night,
Why dost thou force us now to see,
Revealing in the morning light,
That from our things we are set free?

Now we wade through a shallow lake
To survey what night’s grief has wrought.
Our lowly things the flood did take,
In wet domain our stuff is caught.

Crying night, O crying night,
Why dost thou force us now to see,
Revealing in the morning light,
That from our things we are set free?

The ground we tread now warped and wild,
Under the spell of wet mystique.
Go search among the world now, child,
And find the happiness you seek.

Crying night, O crying night,
Why dost thou force us now to see,
Revealing in the morning light,
That from our things we are set free?

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