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Midnight's a flaming curtain
of quiet taffeta shimmering,
green, now golden amber
blues and reds all glimmering.
Hypnotic, how it dances
up down fiery reeling,
breathless are your senses,
boundless is the feeling.
The moon and stars are jealous,
Night skies were always theirs,
now this wonder catches, holds
spellbound, earthly stares.
Too soon, the final act comes
the curtain falls, now fade
again to black and diamonds
a gown the moon has made.
So gracefully she takes the stage
stars quickly take their cue
commanding once again the sky
'till dawn comes into view.
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