Before the end of night
We climbed a hill to see the stars
Before the end of night.
And sang the favorite songs of ours
Until we felt alright.
We slipped beneath one blanket
For the night was cold.
As we sprawled in simple quiet,
I found your hand to hold.
But you could not fall asleep
And so I read to you.
Until sleep did gently creep
And overcome us two.
That is all I can remember
Before my memory swirls from sight:
That we were there together,
Alone, asleep, in love, before the end of night.
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