The night is black, beautiful
The night is shining, white
and yellow
It has no meaning
It does not need
The night is dark, mysterious
It’s cold and warm
Casting a spell
A spell of beauty
Beauty over the land
Every time I reach my hand
Trying to grab, pull and have
Though I cannot for I’m tied
to the land
Never having but loving
That’s the night
It can’t be captured
Always in sight
The night is sleek, dark
But beautiful all the same
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