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The starry night unfolds itself to me,
The wood, it seems, to be a great wide dome
Opening and unfurling to the sky
A beautiful mystery to describe

The bubbling brook beside us wails,
Melancholic, yet natural in its trails
We feel its wet upon our toes,
We feel its beat upon us grow

The cataclysmic clash of light on dark,
Of lampposts illuminating the wooden bark
It shines upon us through the cracks
And breathless, we are left to gasp

The beauty amidst the terror of night,
Reveals itself to us, but rather than in fright
We see the single, perfect moment there
And upon it, lingering, we stare

Two people, under a starry night it seems
Would not be such a special thing
But in the darkness it is hard to hide,
The beautiful imystery, we describe.

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