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Silent the sun shows forth its rays,
And the lake accepts with love, its own,
Such as to begin another day,
A dove calls out her sweet, sweet, tone.
The fires of the sun relinquish,
The moon of her lofty throne,
And stars bowing in accordance,
Give up to go away home.
Day is still young when you awake,
You, to find me still beside,
Gazing out upon our lake,
Not a dream only once to ride.