There’s a flower that blooms snow white,
that only unfolds its petals at night
as if its been charmed by the magical moon
while it hides its face in the daylight.
Its beauty is only known
in times of darkness, when it comes to its own.
You remind me of it,
while I only get glimpses, see you bit by bit
while you do display great loveliness,
display a secret air, when you daily retreat.
But tonight there are stars in the sky,
while in the garden I catch your eye.
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