Midnight tidings, not tollings/ even when I’m tired, my brain keeps holding/ awake, afraid to sleep/ if I do, do I get my soul to keep?/or am I lost to the void/ like a dream lost to Styx?
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Midnight tidings, not tollings/ even when I’m tired, my brain keeps holding/ awake, afraid to sleep/ if I do, do I get my soul to keep?/or am I lost to the void/ like a dream lost to Styx?
