Dying Lady
She’s waning from my sight in nighttime sky,
A glinting smile as she whispers goodbye,
Although I love her dear, my heart’s not sad
But then you think I am just crazy mad
Because I dream away each lonely day
And sing of love while Lady is away
Her beauty is growing weary and pale
And still she shines above old heaven’s veil
Alone among the stars every night
Yet eyes still strain to catch her fading light
Before her rest and skies in darkness fall
Until once more I waken to her call.
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