Morning Star, Evening Star
North guides the sailors
count us our blessings
long into the night
weave me a blanket
made out of moments
dreams of discovery
adventures now past
will me, be still me
arms be my cradle
comfort and kindness
within your caress
sing me forever
that place far away
close as a heartbeat
our home where we’ll stay
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