The August heat will not wane for the night
The black crow sky embraces a blue moon
and so we too embrace beneath the stars
How many wishes made upon these stars?
How many secrets shared within the night?
How often were we watched by jealous moon?
I know you'll always be there like the moon
We lend each other brightness like the stars
The heat of you awakens me at night
Love rare as nights of blue moons, falling stars.
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