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I look
into the
heavens,
There is
softness
to the
night,
Stars
twinkling
in the
darkness,
The moon
gives a
faint
light.
All part
of Your
creation,
Each
touched
by Your
hand,
Lighting
the way
for Your
children,
Restful
nights
for all
of man.
The
angels
carry
the moon
about,
And spin
the
stars
for
shimmers.
Flying
behind a
cloud
sometimes,
Making
the
night
grow
dimmer.
The moon
glows
ever so
softly,
A gentle
wind
blows,
stirring
the
leaves,
The
waters
show
shadows
cast
about,
Ghostlike
fingers
reflect
the
trees.
Fly
through
the
night
little
angels,
Across
the
pathway
set
before,
Hiding
beneath
the
horizon,
Day will
soon be
knocking
on the
door.
Gayle
Davisİ
June 24,
2005
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