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The night is quiet and the stars shine down
As I sit in my living room in my old nightgown
The candles burn brightly with cinnamon scents
Soothing and relaxing my tense restlessness

Unnerving and perplexing, my job is my life,
And my days are consumed with anger and strife.
The questions and tasks pour in unabated
As I can't say "no" for fear of being hated.

So the end of the day leaves me with nothing to spare
For my husband, my friends, or my family affairs.
Where does that leave me, but alone and afraid
That someday the pied piper will want to be paid?

But the night is still quiet and the stars still shine down
I'm still in my living room in that old nightgown
The candles are still lit, but the light has dimmed,
And the darkness is welcomed to hide my sadness within.

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