In the dark of the night when the winds start to call
and the leaves in the trees shake and tremble and fall
there is something that moves like a shadowing thrall
soft and low as a dream drifting over us all
But when night turns to day and the sun shines so bright
I see a trace of the heights that reigned over the night
When the moon fell in love with the sun and her light
A soft love that yet fell from this sort of a sight
Their love fell like light into hands cold and bare
That could never be filled never be crossed
for its size rivaled depths of the tumbling sea
Like moths to the flame my cold hands grew so warm
Cause my dear a bright star caught my eye that dark night
And I fell into love with a star so bright
He was shining and glowing like an angel’s warm sigh
Oh my love, I fell for a star that night
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