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My crying is done under the cloak of night
When the tears know how to fall in the star-softened light
The heart knows how to rest in a cradle of sky
and Dreams know how to wake as shadows slip by
Night is a time for thinking and feeling,
a time for loving, and a time for being.
The moon is free, as are the leaves that breathe
the leaves that whisper, the leaves that are sheathed
in that Star-light, that milky presence of sleep
that coaxes lovers to love, and dreamers to weep
Earth-night is like a dance, swaying so slightly to a tune