Twinkle…
There are wings on the air
On a dark, very dark night
Twinkle…
But the wings move from their lairs
Glowing colors hued black and white
Twinkle…
The appearance seldom come so rare
Twinkling into the gravely dark night
Twinkle…
The night is cold and dark, the night is bare
But if you watch, just admire the glowing sight
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