The day hurries out of the city
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She drinks her fill of the shadows
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And reveals her true face
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The puddles already shimmer like ice
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There's a silver streak shining in the sky
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The evening turns dew to frost
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The paleness that snows from our cheeks
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Makes us beautiful like angels
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They ought to fall to their knees
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And pray that the moon stays veiled
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Far too beautiful for the day
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Cold and black is our night
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Ice flowers bloom in the night
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The morning turns frost to dew
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The day makes everything glaring and rough
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We dress ourselves in sadness
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But when the day leaves, our time begins
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Whoever wants to shine begs for the light
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Looks the night in the face
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The paleness that snows from our cheeks
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Makes us beautiful like angels
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They'll fall to their knees
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And pray that the moon stays veiled
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We bloom in the night
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Far too beautiful for the day
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Cold and black is our night
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Ice flowers bloom in the night
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We bloom in the night
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Cold and black is our night
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Ice flowers bloom in the night