I know my eyes wouldn't sleep
Like the knights on night's keep
To be vigilant for the hush in trees
As we play hide and seek
Sometimes a little Nightingale do sing
As I sneak into the woods
About the lost love she weep
Watching my knife bleed
I hear some noises closer to mine
An afraid deer or a hunter's sigh ?
But the nights keep crawling
And I walk to hunt down
Before it's too late
Too late to walk back home..
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