Consequential Clamor

Oh the day that midnight plays
The stars do shine through night
Escape the dusk and rage at night
Make your claim to fame
Be what no other can assume
Can but you exhume what do one fume
Secrets within the night
Have you a lover of your work
Or is it just a claim of plight
The end of a bright day
To say I am on my way
The consequential clamor is I am the glamour of the night.

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