“It's time to make love, douse the glim; The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together Like birds of a feather, And the loin lies down with the limb.”
“Birds of a feather flock together?”
“Tomorrow I'll suggest the liar lies against himselfSo our condition makes escape impossible? -- we breatheand it's moving air that causes stars to twinkle”
“The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.”
“Love is a selfless service to mankind like a showcase done by the twinkling stars in beautiful nightly sky.”
“It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.”