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Standing lonesome, silent, on the dusty windowsill,
In tarnished silver, brilliant and white,
There is a candle...and wick faintly glowing.
The warm flame limns frosted panes...
Outside, feathered with shining snowflakes,
Cobblestoned streets, touched by the moonlight.
Look to a starry, scintillating sky,
And there floats my colossal white ship, the moon.
Large and full, cunning and strange,
It sheds light, now, on the melting candle...
And a breeze picks up, rattling houses and doors,
Blowing out the little warmth the candle had to offer, and then comes...
Night
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Standing lonely, silent, on the dusty windowsill
In tarnished silver, brilliant and white
There is a candle...and wick faintly glowing
The warm flame limns frosted panes
Outside, feathered with shining snowflakes
Cobblestoned streets touched by the moonlight
Look to a starry navy sky, twinkling forever
And like a giant pitted diamond floats the moon
Large and full, strange and cunning
It sheds light, now, on the melting candle
And a breeze picks up, rattling houses and doors
Blowing out the little warmth the candle had to offer
Night
In tarnished silver, brilliant and white
There is a candle...and wick faintly glowing
The warm flame limns frosted panes
Outside, feathered with shining snowflakes
Cobblestoned streets touched by the moonlight
Look to a starry navy sky, twinkling forever
And like a giant pitted diamond floats the moon
Large and full, strange and cunning
It sheds light, now, on the melting candle
And a breeze picks up, rattling houses and doors
Blowing out the little warmth the candle had to offer
Night
