You are the light of the night;
You create visible patterns
Upon my quilted blanket,
Filtering through the blinds.
You stir my conscience
Wondering how you became:
The night was dark,
The people were afraid.
Why was day so blindingly bright
While night the extreme opposite?
People wondered.
Then the mighty stars brought you out
You shone proudly
Guiding all through the dark;
You help set up a scene
For cemeteries and graveyards;
You create a romantic setting
For your two admirers, deeply in love.
To let gray clouds cover you
Would be considered a sin,
And should those gray clouds darken our nights
Thunder and lightening would help fight
your battle and win
A golden crown, fit for a king,
you should wear,
right above your winking eye.
Being modest, you refused
Modest you say?
Not at all, not I
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