Immortal Beauty of Night
Air getting colder,
Day turning night,
The man in the moon smiles,
I see little twinkles of light.
The stars show a lion, huntress, and more,
The moon cotrols the tides,
Washing up on the shore.
Staring at the sky,
Wishing apon a star,
Looks very little here,
Because it's very, very far.
I watch as the immortal beauty of night takes over the lands,
Then the stars play tricks on my eyes,
And i fall into the Sandman's hands.
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