Finds me dozing against the courtyard wall,
In a shadow, hiding from the Sun's glimpse...
Stars begin to fade, their fragrant lights no longer needed,
And somewhere the world begins to stir around me.
I have made it again, one night further away from you,
Steps not measured in miles or worn feet,
Just in time that frets my hours away,
Still thinking of you tho',
And wondering where the nights take you
Now that the play is mine alone.
~~Fiddler Act I Scene III
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