| Understand the Night
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| When she flashes her sparkling eyes at dusk
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| She flirts with Twilight
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| When the noise of day dies away
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| The Night and Twilight stay and stay
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| Making quiet love up high over the town
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| And the gentle Twilight gives his light
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| Making a queen of Night
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| If I could, I would write a sonnet of the night as a
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| Rememberance of your eyes
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| And, if you’d promise not to tell
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| I could whisper the words in the dark, like a lover
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| We could count the stars — the shooting stars —
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| And talk of lovers through the ages who had lived out
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| Of their dreams
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| Such will and spirit, courage they needed to live in a dream;
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| To burn, with every breath so serene —
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| As if they had been the first to find love at all —
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| Like Night and Twilight
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| (They were the first of lovers ever.)
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| Could we be like them — hold on to one another until
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| Dawn comes?
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| Then, we’ll fly off and dream until Night and Twilight
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| Kiss again
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| My love — my one and only love —
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| Let me take you out under the moonlight and show how
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| The Twilight loves the Night;
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| Why he lives for an hour of loving through lifetimes of
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| Longing
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| And sings his moonlight serenade |