Au Clair de la Lune

October 6, 2011
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Au Clair de la Lune

Oh, Clair de la Lune! How thou enthrall’st me
Entice me with thy delicate tones,
Which lie within thy somber melodies
From the hand of God thy notes composed

Oh, come to me, Clair de la Lune!
How I wish acquaintance we could find,
For the tempestuous night which hides by moon
So lonely without thee on my mind

Thou be the canvas on which I paint
Thy song is sung without restraint
The chalice in which the wine is poured,
Pales with the beauty thou hast restored

To thee, I tell of all my pain
Of struggles faced and callous gained
And through thine eyes my faults are strained
But Oh, the joy! when thee obtained

The blade which cut the meal before
Is seldom used to slay the boar
And to my dreams I will take heed—
Au Clair de la Lune, thou take the lead.

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