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The Night

de Aurelio Voltaire

The day is the wife whom I elude
The one to whom I should be right
Though forewarned by peers and kin
I always give in to the night
Mother always warned me such
Being a nocturnal soul
Besides just being simply strange
Spawns from some illness of the mind

But the night
She calls me
She calls me
She calls me
She calls me
She sways in her velvet dress
And pulls me towards her in the dark
While the others rest
While the others rest
While the others rest

Heed the call the time has come
For you children of the night
Gather 'round like suckling dogs
Mother's come she is the night
Come with me to the other side
Make that girl in black your bride!

But the night
She calls me
She calls me
She calls me
She calls me
She sways in her velvet dress
And pulls me towards her in the dark
While the others rest
While the others rest
While the others rest

It still seems very strange to me
That her quiet, lonely streets
Draped in all their mystery
Could be so sweet and comforting

But the night
She calls me
She calls me
She calls me
She calls me
She sways in her velvet dress
And pulls me toward her in the dark
While the others rest
While the others rest
While the others rest

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