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Midnight
Midnight In The Garden Of My Heart
Moonlight works its magic, shining down.
Scattering moonbeams all around
Darkness flees as the light moves on
Illuminating corners of the still wet lawn
Silvery light creeps on to where darkness looms
To the secret bed where the dark rose blooms
Crowned by petals as black as a raven
Beautiful, elegant, proud, and unbroken
My dark rose, my lover, my friend
Silvered by moonlight and loved without end
Worshipped, loved, adored, without trying
Always standing proud at the centre of my being
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