Twelve AM and twenty below,Eerie moon casts pale blue glow,
Frost-filled air o'er fields of snow,
And Jupiter is rising.
Low and bright off to the east,
Above a wood of shadow beast,
Nightmares settle down to feast,
And Jupiter is rising.
Whiteface stands, a silver peak,
Darkwood forest at its feet,
Tree snaps frozen, heart skips beat,
And Jupiter is rising.
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