The sun descending in the west
the evening star does shine
the birds are silent in their nest
and i must seek for mine
the moon, like a flower
in heavens high bower
with silent delight
sits and smiles on the night
The sun descending in the west
the evening star does shine
the birds are silent in their nest
and i must seek for mine
the moon, like a flower
in heavens high bower
with silent delight
sits and smiles on the night
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