It hides in the hue,
to tell I am not with you;
and it shines anew,
to tell I am not from you.
It seeks the light of another,
to glitter the night for you;
it moves swiftly,
to tell the beloved of love.
It stands till dawn,
to let you sleep in his arms;
it ushers in a new day,
to believe in the existence of you;
it watches all night —
silent, and a sign of you.
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