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Ten o'clock, the night is young The stars, their glory yet unsung Laying on the roof at night Oh what a picture, a glorious sight And though it seems I'm all alone The crickets chirp an audible moan But however beautiful the Night is It's a fleeting moment during which I wish That the moon would come down and be here with me So that together we can sing a soft lullaby...

There is a place that you can find To keep you clear in your own mind Among the wild flowers. Where is that place? You should know It's one to which you often go Among the wild flowers. Tell me where, so that I may Go there in that place to play Among the wild flowers. Play there on sun-dappled ground Hear the wind blow all around Among the wild flowers. Am I lonely? that you ask Do I wear the saddest mask Among the wild flowers? No I don't, for don't you see? In this place there's not only me Among the wild flowers. Come look with me in the clear pond too For who is that? O wow; it's you Among the wild flowers. So play w

Although the night sky isn't bright I'm warmed by it throughout the night The stars they are so very warm To me the night's my day; the norm Still I try my hardest just to sleep But my eyes could only close for a peep I am just opposite of you For you are red, and I am blue I am moon, and you are sun I'm the stars whose light you shun You are day and I am night Together we're just not quite right But still I try thin, thick, and through To be the day; to be with you