Mirrored Night

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The night,

Oh what splendour we face when

The dark hours dawn.

The galliant moon;

A watchful eye, a faithful, guiding friend.

The stars in their everlasting brightness,

Watching mortals make the same mistakes

Over and over.

The blanket of black

Tucking elements of the night in,

The base of our sky

In those midnight hours.

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