The midnight whispers
The backdoor runners
They don't want to tell
What they are doing
The people can sleep
They can dream in paradise
Many sleep early
The early birds catch the worms
Apparently they are many
The midnight whisperers
Counting the hours
Wanting to gain traction
Nobody will pay notice
They are silent at the backdoors
Once the plan is hatched
The notice will catch fire
The midnight whispers
The wind will stop whirring
It's the silence in the whole
Waiting for fire to light up the darkness
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