Bright red flames flash across the midnight sky. Reddish-yellow,
orange and blue flash through the night. Torches of white-blue fire move
quickly across treeless plains. The moon and stars are bright as if
they were set on fire by the night. Diamond stars and tears of the moon
set ablaze in the violet sky.
A part of me wants to die. To rise up to the sky and become a star, so diamond white.
I want to be the moon and look down from above. To see the people and things I used to love.
Dancing in my circled orb, controlling tides and so much more. To sparkle on the silvery snow and go where no man ever goes. To talk with the sun, conspire with the stars. To keep all the people's tears in little glass jars.
To fly with the gentle breeze and shine through the barren trees.
I suppose heaven is like that and so much more, but night is ending and dawn is knocking at the door.
Goodbye sweet moon, goodnight dear stars, sweet dreams countryside. And in light pours.
A part of me wants to die. To rise up to the sky and become a star, so diamond white.
I want to be the moon and look down from above. To see the people and things I used to love.
Dancing in my circled orb, controlling tides and so much more. To sparkle on the silvery snow and go where no man ever goes. To talk with the sun, conspire with the stars. To keep all the people's tears in little glass jars.
To fly with the gentle breeze and shine through the barren trees.
I suppose heaven is like that and so much more, but night is ending and dawn is knocking at the door.
Goodbye sweet moon, goodnight dear stars, sweet dreams countryside. And in light pours.
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