In the still of night,
when beauty slumbers deep,
and heaven opens it's pearly gates.
A glimpse,
a peek,
a tease,
of things yet to be,
or that have been.
Angels sing lullabies,
and unicorns prance,
beneath the moonlight.
The soul rejoices,
the heart fills,
and all is right with the world.
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*sigh*
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