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This long sultry night, and
the Sun surrenders itself, falling as
only a candle in peace could,
down the running away Sky, cage
of my eyes, running there, as well

Wishing as a fishbowl
Soul does, hollering from Hell
to here, ' O good night
good night, the blues
is due