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The night is a symbol, senses' inspiration He's always creeping in the gloom While I am standing on His way He approaches slowly and creeps to me I recognize Him - this face and this smile He wants to talk to me always at night During a day I don't feel Him, can't find The night is a symbol, senses' inspiration He's always creeping in the gloom While I am standing on His way As the light vanish, he creeps seeking me I'm ready, I'll talk, so night will pass quickly Shivering voice trickle out of His lips Bares my mind and extend morbid dreams The night is a symbol, senses' inspiration He is the child of the dark I don't want to shelter Him The night is a symbol, senses' inspiration He is the child of the dark I don't want to shelter Him From Letras Mania