She is rushing into her lullaby
With time she's night and day
In the morning of new dawn sky
When her mood is in a silent way
Every walk that she goes in glow
With the deepen light of hours
When dreams are in rush and flow
Like the opening freshly flowers
As a night goes along to sweep
In its weavings of breathing mist
And dimming clouds are in deep
Of evening that a day has kissed
She returns in golden red light
For awhile to stay there and give
For she’s a lady of quiet night
Where dreams are sleeping to live
Traveling from day to afternoon
In their weaves sleepless hollow
And awakening again with moon
With a glow of quietness to follow
She is rushing into her lullaby
With the dreams your eyes desire
Opening up to the starry far sky
With makeup of deeps and higher
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