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    The poem describes a nighttime scene with fires burning on hills as the narrator stands alone. The narrator wishes on the seven sisters stars for wisdom and knowledge. The stars smile and let the narrator know they will never be alone. Later, the narrator finds comfort by continuing to see the glittering stars even as others fade away.

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    The poem describes a nighttime scene with fires burning on hills as the narrator stands alone. The narrator wishes on the seven sisters stars for wisdom and knowledge. The stars smile and let the narrator know they will never be alone. Later, the narrator finds comfort by continuing to see the glittering stars even as others fade away.

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    Fires At Midnight

    I stood out here once before


    With my head held in my hands,
    For all that I had known of this place
    I could never understand.

    On the hills the fires burned at midnight,


    Superstition plagued the air,
    Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight,
    the stars are out and magic is here...

    I wished on the seven sisters,


    Bring to me wisdom of age,
    All that's locked within the book of secrets,
    I longed for the knowledge of the sage...

    On the hills the fires burned at midnight,


    Superstition plagued the air,
    Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight,
    Stars are out and magic is here,
    The stars are out and magic is here...

    So, the sisters smiled to themselves,


    And they whispered as they shone,
    And it was from that very instant,
    I knew I would never be alone.

    While on the hills


    The fires burned at midnight,
    Superstition plagued the air,
    Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight,
    Stars are out and magic is here,
    the stars are out and magic is here...

    Many stars were long forgotten,


    Many faded and became ghosts,
    Still my sisters glittered down from heaven,
    Always there when I needed them most...

    And on the hills


    The fires burned at midnight,
    Superstition plagued the air,
    Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight,
    Stars are out and magic is here,
    The stars are out and magic is here...
    I stood out here once before
    With my head held in my hands,
    For all that I had known of this place
    I could never understand.

    On the hills the fires burned at midnight,


    Superstition plagued the air,
    Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight,
    Stars are out and magic is here,
    The stars are out and magic is here
    The stars are out and magic is here
    The stars are out and magic is here
    The stars are out and magic is here...

    Ghost Of A Rose
    The valley green was so serene
    In the middle ran a stream so blue...
    A maiden fair, in despair, once had met her true love there and she told him...
    She would say...
    "Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
    I love you so,
    Never let go,
    I will be your ghost of a rose..."

    Her eyes believed in mysteries


    She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
    Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still and quiet and mild and he loved her...
    When she would say...
    "Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
    I love you so,
    Never let go,
    I will be your ghost of a rose..."

    When all was done, she turned to run


    Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
    And ever more he thought he saw
    A glimpse of her upon the moors forever
    He'd hear her say...
    "Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
    I love you so,
    Never let go,
    I will be your ghost of a rose..."
    Fires At Midnight ( Blackmore’s Night )

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