Vespertine

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I dream of night skies falling navy blue

And stars like pixie dust raining through

With Northern lights to paint the vesper

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I wish for winds to render my knees weak

A soft love of Luna's glow is all my soul seeks

My heart of belle epoque, like an angel's whisper.

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