Beneath the shining stars,
Beneath the gleaming moon,
When night has healed the scars
Of burning noon...
...And so, I say to you,
If hate possess your heart,
When day's hot strife is through
Bid hate depart...
The disappointing day,
Whenever wrong, or how,
Is something passed away,
Is ended now.
Forget, forgive, the scars,
And sleep will find you soon
Beneath the shining stars,
The gleaming moon.
-Untamed, A house of Night novel
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