Venus shines bright in the night sky.
Green light reflects on the high tides.
Waning, waxing or even full.
Covered up like the dark side of the moon.
They come in different sizes and shapes,
heights and weights, in the morning, the evening and
at noon.
And when I'm wide awake, at the end of the day, I'm
thinking about you.
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