And once again the night falls

With it comes the end of all.

Not the end of light of charm

But the light so intense that harm.

The night with light so slight

With no stars and no moonlight.

And wind making leaves to rustle

Flowing so quiet with no hustle.

The night without much of a light

Still the small stars are so bright

Making the valley shine so nice

Spreading the peace for time to rise

And the sky to see with the clouds

Refining its beauty as silver shroud

The night of silver light it is called,

Rejocing and smoothing hearts of all

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