Lights Out
I have come to the borders of sleep.
The unfathomable deep
Forest where all must lose
Their way, however straight
Or winding, soon or late:
They cannot choose
There is not any book
Or face of dearest look
That I would not turn from now
To go into the unknown
I must enter and leave alone
I know not how.
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