I sat outside one summers nite
not a soul was in sight.
I watched the evening as she watched back
the prettiest shade of ebony black.
I sat outside one fall's eve
whilst I star gazed I had a dream.
Angels walking on quiet moonbeams
still I watched the evening as she watched me.
I sat outside my last winter's nite
listening to the ebony's quiet.
And I watched the evening as she watched back.
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