The sky is a rose, lovely and light
With twinkling dewdrops of the night
Its silvery petals, O love's sweet spright
Shimmering down white starstreams bright.
And come the dawn the Gardener shall see
That reddening rose, the morning glory
And He shall tend it up, don't you see?
To plant a fresh new night - just for you and me.
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