Sudden stillness, quiet night,
The moon above, the only light,
and hidden in the shadows deep,
dance those the night does keep,
rejoicing in eternal peace,
they shall whirl, and never cease,
and when the sun reaches the sky,
the ball of flame the burns on high,
They return to stones of grey,
waiting for the end of day.
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