A Blanket of Diamonds
Golden stars tell the story, of still, night's glory,
Twinkling and flashing, in the hours of dreams,
Long after the dazzling sunset, a black cherry,
Full moon's lovely as it's pouring, satiny cream.
Twinkling and flashing, in the hours of dreams,
And filling the night with a kind of black magic,
Full moon's lovely as it's pouring, satiny cream.
The smooth lakes and soft moon flowers gleam.
And filling the night with a kind of black magic,
Lavishing peace underneath a celestial shroud,
The smooth lakes and soft moon flowers gleam,
As a whispering wind blows, and birds sing loud.
Lavishing peace underneath a celestial shroud,
Long after the dazzling sunset, a black cherry-
As a whispering wind blows, and birds sing loud,
Golden stars tell the story, of still, night's glory!
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