Comes after tiring weekday in the night
The long-awaited moment of repose.
But even though the nightly stars shine bright
My mind won't rest as to my will oppose.
Should then, perhaps, some illness be of blame
For these nocturnal acts of disobey?
Fraid not, the guilt's entirely on flame
Of my friend's picture. Brighter than the day
It burns in darkness and my dreams grow pale
Just like the stars grow paler by the sun.
And thoughts of him, I reckon, will prevail
O'er my mind's rest, as they had long begun.
Your face, so precious to my heart,
Now makes up my sleep's biggest part.
19. Comes after tiring weekday in the night
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