Silver is the atmosphere,
For the midnight moon is here.
Do not flinch, do not quiver,
In my presence Oh my dear,
For the breeze they blow,
Only to bring your scent.
And the rivers they rush,
Only to tell your name.
This chill in the air,
That moves your hair.
The glitter in your eyes,
That yearns for my lullabies.
Love is what the night demands,
This midnight is the one who grants.
This final act of night is so pure,
Because there are no lies to endure.
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