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Eleven come before you But no one will come thereafter A blushing beauty hides her smile But can't control her laughter Eleven hours of waiting In the dark of candlelight Pure as she is always For an open book reads through the night Into the starless cover of her dreams She takes a heart As full as all her life could make it, To my song she sings a part Moon and sky move over her And wonder why she is alone Hours tick by, the lady cries For something she can call her own In the east the ribbon grows Across a purple sash of sky She lifts her sleepy lover's eyes, While restless birds in still air fly It was the hour eleven From the time she made her wishes And blew a dandelion into the wind To touch the one she misses