It just passed*
Twas a twinkle in the sky
The night is coming on my doorstep
The sun has retreated
Sound of the cricket
An oak tree stretches once more
As the willow bows down
My bed gives rest
But my eyes are awakened
I am here no longer a pupil
Awakened from the dream*
Dom*Colucci 2011
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