The midnight hour draws its power
From the reason and the rhyme;
In this place which wears my face
There’s no such thing as time.
For all the while the moon’s sweet smile
Doth captivate the mind;
And still it seems the stuff of dreams
Drifts about as I recline.
What would I give to truly live
In the darkness without the day?
But the price, my dear, is what I fear,
And so I turn away.
For stars dance and flowers prance
While nonsense holds her sway;
If you can’t see what this means to me,
Then there’s nothing left to say.
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