The night
The most beautiful time to live
the moon gently beams on my skin
It’s melancholy tone has no sin
Why can’t loving you be like the moon
Even when I can’t see you I know youwill be there
Like clock work
At dusk I stare
To the sky
My love
My catcher in the rye
I see your reflection in my eye
And when you leave
Or are not in my prescense
I know you are there
And at dusk I will stare
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