《when the night comes | poems》~35~

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Once we go to bed

We visit imagination

Did I make all this up in my head

It´s a questionable situation

I never thought about these things

So why are they even here

I know that all this brings

Confusion and maybe a tear

A happy tear or a sad one

That depends on the day

Sometimes there are none

That’s when everything´s ok

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