I don't understand when beautiful eyes cry
Because of a farewell so unavoidable.
Like the angels who dance for our God in heaven
So these stars have danced with every joy.
Why should they be sad all night long,
When the darkest space in the sky is a vast and uncross-able Jordan?
Don't you know?
I will hold you until the storm has fled.
I will cover you with my last blanket (or my first, or any in the middle).
When I am there (which is always),
Not even the shadow of Harm will catch your shatteringly divine eyes.
Don't you know, my star?
If you cry out in the dark of night,
I will awaken the dawn.
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