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The night is but a sanctum of time.. to ward the evening off..
To find their rest and peace.. she whispered..
To preserve the knowledge bought..

And hate it.. ye.. for its mourning quiet.. and its silent ways
And wake to toss and scorn and hate..
And leave it for the day..

And would you see the moon ahead.. its silver crown of light..
And love its gentle bathing rays..
That keeps ye safe each night

And would you leave.. so sudden so soon.. when the shadows come..
And foreswear your love - to the silent moon..
Without a whisper.. a word.. a boon

And dear.. she whispered wordlessly, and sat down upon her loom..

Dear.. how can you love her without loving too..

The dark side of the Moon ..