The night air whines with the burden of peace,
For the restless society who fail to cease,
And in the remaining hours I cry for sleep,
Let he who knows all and leaves it be,
Let he be the one I chose not to be,
Let my burdens dwindle, in the thought,
That my actions do mingle with change,
And if I wasn’t here, it wouldn’t be the same,
Who is
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