Behind the mist and winter clouds
The moon lingers unseen.
He whispers of a starlit night
And of a sky swept clean
Of the last vestiges of rain...
As if they'd never been.
Oh, such a night I used to know,
A summer, now long past.
When starlight swept beyond my sight
A bright array and vast,
Until it reached the end of time
And dawn returned at last.
Tonight the rain taps on the roof
And clouds blanket the sky,
But summer will return one day,
The stars will once more fly,
And I will see the moon again,
Winking, as he drifts by.
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