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The sun sobs with sadness,
The day is up, the beauty of the night comes shining up,
The moon is bright with a smile,
As the music of the night starts to pick up.

The sun hides in its shadows,
The wheel of a locust slowly grinding the silence,
while the moon shines with all of its might,
Tired with light.

Let me remember you, shinning little stars,
show use the beauty within you night,
Let me remember you, soon the day will come,
listen to the crickets make music of he night.

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