A quiet lingering in the night
My darling fell
And what was dim is now bright
My darling fell
From the top of the stars
And told the tale
Of the little hearts
My darling fell
And from the whispered words
My darling fell
But that was not the worst
My darling fell
For the just was unjust
And in the burning of the stars
There lie something that simply must
My darling fell
And the world stayed calm
My darling fell
But even now I carry on
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