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Night all night, I can’t fall to sleep‚ I’m listening to the caravans

With all the voices far from me‚ having conversation

Road but is out of no one‚ all the rubble collapses

It’s only me, remaining and staying at the jail of the night, it’s a deep dark night!

Night all night‚ I can’t fall to sleep

If dreaming really are kind of true

(as people claim), a sheer repose of mind

When then if you should waken up abruptly

Do you feel that something has been stolen from you?

Why should it be a sad, the early morning?

It robs us of an inconceivable gift‚ so intimate it is only knowable

In a trance which the night watch gilds with dreams

Dreams that might very well be reflection, fragments from the treasure-house of darkness

From the timeless sphere that does not have a name

And that the day distorts in its mirrors

Who will you be tonight in your dreadful

Into the dark, on the other side of the wall?