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Under the twinkling stars in the twilight sky,

Under the full bright moon smiling down at us,

Under the deep red of the leaves in the oak,

We lay.

Surrounded by the dense musty smell of autumn,

Surrounded by the green grass growing tall,

Surrounded by the beautiful silence of the night,

We lay.

Watching as leaves declare independence from the oak tree and fall,

Watching as a single firefly dances above our heads,

Watching as you point out patterns of stars in the night,

We lay.

Feeling the nip of cold in my gloved hands,

Feeling your arm pressed comfortingly next to mine,

Feeling delicate butterflies take flight in my stomach,

We lay.

Wishing for the gentle, warm embrace of your arms,

Wishing to look once more into your bright blue eyes,

Wishing for you to tell me you love me,

We part.