I am a watcher of the night,
in all her splendor and her light.
She casts me in her royal glow,
and tells me things all dreamers know.
Her stardust falls upon my head,
hours before I go to bed.
Her light, in which we call the moon,
fades away much too soon.
The night and I, close and true,
await to hear a word from you.
The night, she's made for lover's bliss,
so lets seal it with a night time kiss.
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