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The music played in my heart, Wafts softly over the river's flow, Reflecting in that silent current, beautiful stars, From the vaulted heavens above. The night, its own music plays, Ambient sounds lost to my ear alone, As valient steeds as waves they ride, Along the silverd and silky road. A touch of sprites lifts the cloth, A chill from not just sight unveiled, Buth warmth found hidden blanketward, Bliss sweet, tender, here. The stars, the mountains, the river deep, Music only heard by hearts alone, A tender wake formed by stars, As night's tempo goes on and on. It is this to you I offer, This night silent, sweet, and bright, Be it a night or a week or two, In this paradise, the music goes on. |
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