Can you hear it?

The Nightingale sings for us tonight.

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I believe that once upon a lonely evening,

Amidst the search for softly singing

Nightingales, you came to me

Adorned in colors of the free.

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Within my plight, you took my hand,

And led me over sea and sand,

To where the Weaver measures Time,

Whilst she rings her lasting chime.

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Shh…

Will you dance tonight?

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I believe that once upon a lonely evening,

While the moon was slowly waning,

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While the moon was slowly waning…

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You whispered secrets in my soul,

And still we danced, until you stole

The final note left in my heart,

‘Fore our bodies stood apart.

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I love thee…

She sings a requiem tonight.

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I believe that once upon a lonely evening,

Amidst my hopeless wandering,

You came to me in all your grace,

And wept as love and death embraced.