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What if the light is but sun and the little streams sing not
What did the last night hold, till you stirred in your sleep
Ghosts of the stars whispered to us of peace in the plaintive breeze
Mystical
Shadows we loved and the patterns they covered the ground with
Tapestries, mystical, faint in the breathless air
Pale as a dream and shadowed with pencilled trees
Ghosts of the stars whispered to us of peace in the plaintive breeze
Mystical
What if the light is but sun and the little streams sing not
What did the last night hold, till you stirred in your sleep
This is mystical
Now we are faces and voices, and less, too soon
Whispering half-love, youth the penny that bought delight of the moon
Pale as a dream and shadowed with pencilled trees
Ghosts of the stars whispered to us of peace in the plaintive breeze
Mystical [2x]
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