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Night
Looking up through the trees Stars are shimmering, winking at me So much like me hiding secrets in the dark Stars shimmering, winking laid on the black velvet blanket of night hiding their secrets in the dark in all of night's glory Layed on the black velvet blanket of night the moon sits, proud and luminous in all of night's glory soon giving way to dawn and day.
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