She dances alone in the moonlight,
As the song bird catches her hair,
The stars shine so bright,
But her heart beats with despair.
A mind of logic disappears,
For pain she can not bare,
She is left with tragic fear,
Her midnight eyes a blank stare.
Once these wrinkled hands held love,
And touched a many souls,
These eyes saw beauty as she looked above,
Now they are empty and old.
But dance she may as the wind whispers,
A name which one night will be lost,
The wind so cold it makes her shiver,
The leaves a gentle frost.
"Goodnight my love" the wind sings,
As she dances into the trees,
Upon her back grows wings,
And forever she will be free.
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