Under the light of a waining moons glow

  the waving of a flickering shadow

  a place where an intresting couple hides

  from the ravenous light of the outside

  a mechanic and a songstress spread light

  is this not the height, of a new era?

  to dance on the bars with glee, to be free

  is this not the dream of ages long last?

  To who can we attribute this gleeful

  To who do we give this life full, joyful...

  dance? to prance, on luminecence's spark?

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  To the blue, that is who, we can give thanks

  It's been long, going along, a road for awe

  To this light, I wish tonight, is bathed bright

  The glowing lights, The blue lit sights, I sigh...

  For we stand high, In a sky, which won't end

  Why are sunsets red, a glow far away

  Travel for weeks, hard worn boots wear, here? there?

  The answer in our hearts, glows a bright blue

  The night ends today too... blue bird hither flew

  Telling of a warm place, a lingering space

  Where even the night ends bright; out of sight

  Out of mind, River valleys wear a dime

  And a Gala makes the night brightly shine

  To this a toast, to this I most, Dearly...

  Cherish...

  Your time with me, ever free... may ne'er

  Fade...