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:Evening

The legend says that 'round this time
When you can hear the sleigh bells chime
That on the peak of Starlight Top
The hill where all the snowflakes drop
Appears an angel at the top

I hear them say she comes each night
To gaze upon the moonlight bright
And if it happens, that you should be
The one she touches, then you'll see
A wish be granted, just for thee

So on this night out in the snow
I went to find the angel's glow
To wish for something dear to me
To see the smiles, to be friendly
And she can cure me, only she

On top the peak I waited still
Until the night began to chill
I want to see this angel's glow
To be the very first to know
While here I wait within the snow

:Night

So now it's midnight (Twelve o'clock)
And still I wait on top a rock
I watch the moon, it shines so bright
And lighting up the starry night
As I continue to just sit tight

Now one past midnight (Twelve o'one)
And still I wait in Night's own sun
I watch that moon, it has a glow
It makes the town seem white as snow
As I continue to just sit so

Now two past midnight (Twelve o'two)
And still I wait for who knows who
I watch the moon, it's going down
It shifts the shadows in the town
As I continue without a frown

Now three past midnight (Twelve o'three)
And still I wait so patiently
I watch the moon in it's full bloom
And it's pure beauty does consume
Me like it's baby in her womb

Half past midnight (Twelve thirty)
And now I wait impatiently
I watch the moon now growing small
There is no angel, none at all
I weep as snow begins to fall

:Morning

I'm back at home, inside of town
Asleep in bed, my head face-down
I'm waken by the whispering
Of people with peculiar things
To say about this mystic thing

This mystic thing, I do not know
I went to someone and asked him so
"What is this mystic thing you saw?
It seems to me your still in awe
Please tell me what is that you saw?"

"My my, young boy, it was a dream
To actually see the angel's gleam
A rock he sat on through the night
Amazed by how the moon shone bright
My my, young boy, it was a sight"

"But that can't be, she wasn't there
It was a he? But who, but where?"
It wasn't till I realized
The idea had me mesmerized
And had me nonetheless surprised

They talk of a being on Starlight Top
The hill where all the snowflakes drop
Who sits past midnight, one, two, three
Adoring how the moon floats free
And who'd a thought that he was me

My wish came true 'cause now I do
What others might find hard to do
To be the angel of the legend
And see the smiles until the end
Of winter - it's what I do intend
It's not too hard to comprehend
The moon will be my nightly friend
At break of day I will descend
And sleep through day till night again

THE END

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