In the silence of the night, there is a lady, far and bright, listening patiently while others yawn, she goes to sleep, when comes the dawn. She hangs in the sky, quietly beaming and to those below, awake and dreaming, she hands out gifts of silver and blue, peacefulness, rest and dreams that come true.
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In the silence of the night, there is a lady, far and bright, listening patiently while others yawn, she goes to sleep, when comes the dawn. She hangs in the sky, quietly beaming and to those below, awake and dreaming, she hands out gifts of silver and blue, peacefulness, rest and dreams that come true.
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