The night is warmth,
A sweet day in June,
A still lake in the light,
Of a cool Summer moon.
The night is warmth,
A soft downy quilt,
A strong foundation,
On which my home is built.
The day is a chill,
A stressful bout,
A room full of people,
Their voices: A shout.
The day is a chill,
A coat made of ice,
A hand of spider's legs,
A head full of lice.
The night is warmth.
The day is a chill.
The sun is a beacon,
A poor cause of thrill.
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