| Softly the morning light,
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| Softly the dew,
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| Softly my soul will bend,
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| As she comes in view,
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| At dawn she is delicate,
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| And burning by noon,
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| The end of the day will come soon.
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| And the stars in my lonely sky,
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| Are infinite bright,
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| And the stars know my soul will fly,
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| They’re holding it tight.
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| There she is rising now,
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| My heart it might break,
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| The birds in her warmth will fly,
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| My soul it will ache,
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| And the world comes alive for her,
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| In awe at her gaze,
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| And suddenly the sky is ablaze,
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| And the stars in my lonely sky,
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| Are infinite bright,
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| And the stars know my soul will fly,
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| They’re holding it tight.
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| Say not her name to me,
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| For I live in the shade,
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| Briefly I see her,
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| As she starts to fade,
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| In silence we pass,
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| Our path is well worn,
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| In silence I wait for the dawn.
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| And the stars in my lonely sky,
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| Are infinite bright,
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| And the stars know my soul will fly,
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| They’re holding it tight.
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| Calmly I drift along,
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| Oh I will endure,
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| I only belong to her,
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| Of that I am sure,
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| Will I ever hold her,
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| I cannot presume,
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| For she’s the sun,
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| I’m only the moon.
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| And the stars in my lonely sky,
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| Are infinite bright,
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| And the stars know my soul will fly,
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| They’re holding it tight.
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| And the stars in my lonely sky,
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| Are infinite bright,
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| And the stars know my soul will fly,
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| They’re holding it tight. |