On this bitter gloomy night
Listening to the whispers in the wind
Grayish colored moon peaks around deep black and white streaked clouds
Haunting finger tips course the heavens
She is drawn into a trance
Falling star here my cry
Oh Lady of the night bring him to my sight
Let him sing unto my soul tonight
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Fair maiden's dream, beautiful her schemes, under a star light she dreams... Andrew 10