I arise from dreams of thee

Starry Night Over the Rhone

I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Indian Serenade

Hey Deanie, won’t you come out tonight?
The stars are dancin’ like diamonds in the moonlight
And we could never find a better time to be in love

— Eric Carmen, Hey Deanie

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