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As the Moon Sets, the Stars Return

As I avoid the day, and love the night,
I understand the quality of dark;
in memory, your face in changing light.

As wrong is but a quality of right,
as song in quiet rooms explains the lark,
so I avoid the day, and love the night.

The nest abandoned after the first flight,
the brief illumination of a spark;
in memory, your face in changing light.

As contrast is the dividend of sight,
so each unknowing shadow leaves its mark,
and I avoid the day, and love the night.

As depth and width are nothing without height,
shadows can be soft, or can be stark;
in memory, your face in changing light.

The bird may not return, or yet it might;
as days fly into days without remark.
But I avoid the day, and love the night;
in memory, your face in changing light.



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