Upon stars the night does roam,
velvet skies and silver moon,
heavy eyes no rest to find,
but your face inside my mind.
To your name I cast the winds,
midnight breeze on angel wings,
sweet caresses I loose upon,
into your ears to whisper yon.
Your true north my compass show,
as the seas' faith to the shore,
like the heavens hold the stars,
and the mountains praise the sky.
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