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Thank you, friends (but)
by Abba Marie Moreno
It is past midnight.
The wind, it howls,
And the wind, it blows,
Yet the woods are
Silent as a rose.
Dearest Dawn,
It is past midnight.
It is past midnight.
The darkest is over.
The stars have been well
To me, to listen, to hear,
The stories that they tell.
Dearest Dawn,
Is it past midnight?
Is it past midnight?
I am unable to sleep.
I am unable to sleep.
Alone, beneath the night(?) sky,
Knowing there's a sun, it brings,
Kisses and breathes to me life.
Dearest Dawn,
Please do come for me.
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