The moon is hidden behind false clouds...
Looking to the sky... How could this be so?
Amongst the mixture of mist and fog, I found...
A lovely shade of crimson indigo.
The stars are glowing quite nicely,
Especially at this time of night...
I like to think they're shining just for me,
I dread the dawn, for its stripping light...
I live for the dark, the sense of peace and solitude,
I speak with my stars...and they smile with me...
And with the moon, we share, our mutual gratitude,
As I find comfort under the dead willow tree...
My, how things do change,
When we find that we are alone...
Where talking to stars doesn't seem so strange,
And you sit, relaxed..at last...listening to the wind moan...
Come with me to this place of mine,
Sip the willow's sweet twilight dew...
Come, we'll watch the moon...together...this time,
See my home...I don't mind sharing with you...
I've come to find it's much too lonely here,
With these bitter feelings I suppress...
I realize now that the dawn is so near,
I never did step out of this darkness...
 
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