In some quiet fight,
One can see this light,
Shining oh so bright,
Behold a magnificent sight,
Cast of in skies height,
Oh how one try as he might,
With heart of hope a slight,
One clenches it so tight,
Then bring it up into flight,
Not knowing what's right,
To shine in much delight,
It goes on every night.
"...goodnight Eleanor."
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