The Nightingale

Colors dance across the sky
As the birds fly home
And the nightingale begins to cry;
It soothes the one still wide awake.

Colors fade into black;
The birds are now taking a nap,
Yet the nightingale still cries out;
The one wide awake is still soothed somehow.

Colors of nature's melody
Keeping birds at rest;
The nightingale is quiet now,
And wide awake, you are alone.

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