The sky dreams softly through the night,
Of clouds that drift with feathered grace,
Of dawn’s first blush of peachy light,
And stars that dance in velvet space.
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The northern lights wake from their rest,
The sky dreams softly through the night,
To weave their spells across the crest.
And dance upon the dark's delight.
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The birthplace of finespun first light,
While dawn prepares its golden rise,
The sky dreams softly through the night,
That spreads across the morning skies.
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Till sunset spills its ruby wine,
When twilight sings its tender tale,
Of nightfall’s heavenly design.
The sky dreams softly through the night.
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