A Final Nighthawk

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My heart knew before my mind,
That it was you I wanted to find,
My wings aching, like my heart
This whole time, you were the missing part.

I've won the war with the moon at my side,
She watches, as I become my first love's bride
My maid of honor, always there
Catching us inside her moonlight's snare.

I had searched for a home all over the land,
But home is when I take his hand,
He also holds a love of the night,
And the moon shines upon him her moonlight.

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