Twas Twilight who called with a dance in his heart
On that starry bright eve, mid April--no, March
On the step he did stand, winking those brows
Nay would he enter, but instead called me out
Both a friend of the day and a son of the night
A curious fellow, that Monsieur Twilight
We waltzed til the Dawn took his place at my side
And with a wink and a kiss he bid me goodbye
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