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When the clock struck one.
Peak of the night has just begun.
Pitch black silence, voices of none.
Busy day, already gone.

Now's the time for some to pray.
Pray for another blissful day.
Quiet night is now to stay.
Lifts the heart of one's dismay.

But not for me, I'm all wake.
It's Sunday tomorrow, give me a break.
My midnight sleep, I still don't take.
If someone came I'll do a fake.