Waking from a fretful sleep
I feel a tremor slight
Have you been watching all this time
Throughout my restless night
How could I not see you
Hiding in plain sight
Or see your shadow roam about
In the echoes of the light
Was it your soft whisper
That brushed by me in flight
A final request from your own lips
To save you from your plight
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