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It is a poem written by me, Transcriptions of English Language

Some common figures of speech are alliteration, anaphora, antimetabole, antithesis, apostrophe, assonance, hyperbole, irony, metonymy, onomatopoeia, paradox, personification, pun, simile, synecdoche, and understatement

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IT IS 3 AM AND I MISS YOU
Hey, is it too late?
You can still see me standing at the gate
I’ll wait.
Wait until it gets dark.
And you can hear the wolves’ growl and the dogs bark.
I'll skylark,
When the moon and the stars show up.
And you go to sleep.
Close your eyes and you will have me on your mind.
Then you might wanna rewind.
Then open your eyes and open the door.
The door to your heart
And let me in.
I’ll wait.
PART 2
Hey, isn’t it late?
I'm still standing at the gate.
My legs are shivering and my hands are cold.
It's almost dawn, the night is growing old.
My conscious tells me to go but my heart wants me to stay.
The night was hard but they say that I'll find my love in the day.
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IT IS 3 AM AND I MISS YOU

Hey, is it too late? You can still see me standing at the gate I’ll wait. Wait until it gets dark. And you can hear the wolves’ growl and the dogs bark. I'll skylark, When the moon and the stars show up. And you go to sleep. Close your eyes and you will have me on your mind. Then you might wanna rewind. Then open your eyes and open the door. The door to your heart And let me in. I’ll wait. PART 2 Hey, isn’t it late? I'm still standing at the gate. My legs are shivering and my hands are cold. It's almost dawn, the night is growing old. My conscious tells me to go but my heart wants me to stay. The night was hard but they say that I'll find my love in the day.

I'm contemplating my emotions but unfortunately I'm just chasing them away I can't forget that Sunday evening from the month of May. When you woke up and heard my call. The call from my heart, which said it all. -SUBHAM SAHU SEM 4B