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[00:15.62]He's painting by the moonlight
[00:23.53]Silver shadows bloom.
[00:28.48]Peering out a window
[00:33.48]At the world outside his room.
[00:39.38]Midnight she was dreaming
[00:41.28]She was falling through the stars,
[00:44.31]Sweeping up her secrets
[00:46.45]Then she seals them in a jar.
[00:49.56]Crossing to the canvas,
[00:54.93]Turning on a dime.
[01:00.94]Often while he's painting
[01:06.09]Every brushstroke seems to rhyme.
[01:11.57]Tales spill on the pages,
[01:14.02]Pouring from her pen.
[01:16.65]Quiet inspiration
[01:19.08]That will visit now and then.
[01:30.36]Sunrise in the city,
[01:37.15]Eighteen floors above,
[01:42.56]Wondering why this yearning
[01:47.86]Fits him like a glove.
[01:53.30]Sewing in the garden,
[01:55.37]Roots are growing 'round her toes.
[01:58.13]Naming all the seedlings,
[02:00.55]Giving back more than she owes.
[02:04.62]Cross-eyed from creation,
[02:09.84]Sharpened like a blade.
[02:15.00]Running down the alleys,
[02:20.79]Free and unafraid.
[03:27.37]There's a sunny spot on Bird St.
[03:33.24]In a corner tucked away.
[03:38.30]They danced there on the sidewalk,
[03:43.95]Hidden from the fray.