see the starts tonight
and the moon,
my love;
tonight they do not shine
for Emperor or General -
tonight they glow for you,
for me;
and the gentle breeze
that blows
and the crickets that converse
tonight they are
not here for themselves
tonight they rejoice for you
for me,
my love
they are for you
for me, dearest love;
tonight they are here
to bless the night
for you and for me
for you and me
are all these
here in our patch
of open land
below the hills
and the skies;
so let us go into
our tent
of the skin of wild animals and rope
and filled with all simple things;
and let us bring out the rice wine
and let us drink and keep warm
in each other’s love
for these things of nature
are come to grace the night
for you, for me,
dearest love
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