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Come softly, starlight;
The day is almost done.
All too soon, whispers of the dawn
Will steal away the night.
Tender are the moon’s blue rays,
Smooth ripples in a pond.
All throughout the scape the sound
Of many unhurried ways.
Nature comes alive at night;
Small creatures wake to life.
Almost forgot, the wound of strife,
Uncovered sweet delight!
Steal softly starlight;
The morn is coming soon.
But beyond another noon,
A welcomed respite!
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