| Suddenly she woke up in the middle of the
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| Night. |
| She rose out of her bed and slipped in
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| Her linen. |
| Something forced her to go outside
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| So she went on the glad. |
| She didn’t recognize
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| The coldness, the dark grass under her feet
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| Then she rose her head and her hands
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| Heavenward and whispered
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| She:
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| You — whose light steers my way
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| You — whose shy beams took me here
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| You — whose face vanishes by day
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| You — who fulfills my dreams
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| The Moon:
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| My dear. |
| I created the night to open my heart
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| Just to the initiated. |
| But also I know those with
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| A lack of appreciation. |
| They don’t know what
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| They miss
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| She fell on her knees and closed her eyes
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| She drew a deep breath of the cold night air
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| A gentle tickle dragged along her inside. |
| But
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| Also anxiety because she knew that the
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| Daybreak was near
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| She:
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| The pain of the sun displaces you soon but
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| I’ll keep you safe in my heart until nightfall
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| When we melt in the twilight I send you back
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| To heaven where you shine again just for me
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| The Moon:
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| By day I spend you the peace of mind, I fill
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| Your mortal coil with my pale light. |
| I also
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| Guard you against the sun and I’ll shine
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| Inside you until night is coming on |