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The sunsets, the flowers close.
People go to bed in their houses in rows.
Only one little flower is up at night.
A member of the flower bed, the flower of the night.
The moon flower petals so white, white as new fallen snow.
Or as blue as the newly placed dew.
The keeper of the flower is mother earth.
She hops on her throne
And bows to her her children the flowers of all,
A snap of her fingers is all it takes.
To wakening this nocturnal flowers home.
The moon flowers come alive
Stretching in their beds as the wind races by.
They dance all night and soak in the moonlight,
But sadly their night ends when the sun comes up
And the moon goes down.
Mother Nature said good night to her children
As she snapped her fingers,
The moon flowers fall asleep as the sun comes up.
Till the next night, they'll have to wait.
They sleep all snug as a bug in their beds of dirt
The sunsets, the flowers close.
People go to bed in their houses in rows.
Only one little flower is up at night.
A member of the flower bed, the flower of the night.