| As the sun begins to set, |
| behind the Ozark Mountains, |
| The first stars reveal themselves, |
Though not from 'hind horizons.
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| They leap up from the earth, |
| and they mingle with the trees, |
| They fly around like birds |
On wings made like the bees'
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| They twinkle and they winkle, |
| and just flitter 'neath sky, |
| They come as the first stars, |
as ends the last daylight.
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| They take the first shift |
| In guarding the night, |
| In holding off darkness |
'Til the sentinels' light.
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| They're powered by magic |
| and they're living on air; |
| they're the stuff from the fairytales |
but they're really there.
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