I know there's nothing different
I know it's all the same
But a certain bell is ringing
That sets my heart aflame
Yet it really could be the weather
For the Night is at its best
The stars are at their brightest
And the moon, a shiny guest
Or perhaps, it's just because
I feel this much alive
At this dire time
When most dearly survive
And although the time is Night
I'm thinking of the Sun
I may have lived awhile
But my life has just begun!
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