As the warm fingers of dawn~
reach under the cool blanket of night~
and pull the stars back~
out of our sight~
I think of you.

As the god of the day slowly raises~
his brightly shining head~
and gazes at all below~
shining yellow, orange, pink, and red~
I think of you.

Then when the god of day~
slowly lowers his head on evening's pillow~
and the night's dark blanket~
brings the goddess' hazy glow~
I think of you.

And as the goddess shines like a pearl~
with her twinkling companions of night~
shining like diamonds~
along with her pearly light~
I think of you.

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