Til’ the moonlight

When days grow short
and nights get cold,
When the sky is filled with silent grey,
When the walls before me become
There you are,
Within my inmost soul
With a cheerful smile
You lead me into the morning light.
In the sweet precious moment,
You gently hold my hand and kiss my tears goodbye.
‘Til the morning light.

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