The Stars are Her eyes,
The Crescent Moon, Her lips;
And I pray, mine Mortal,
May steal, the Night's Kiss;
For I, am Night's over,
Who comes, by Shadow's Cover;
Who doth, rise up,
Who drinks the Wine, of Night's Cup
For I hold Her, so weetly,
And kiss Her, so soft;
And, for a short Time,
My Soul, wanders off.
I kiss her, Eternal,
Her lips, so soft;
And, Eternal,
My Soul, wanders off...
The Crescent Moon, Her lips;
And I pray, mine Mortal,
May steal, the Night's Kiss;
For I, am Night's over,
Who comes, by Shadow's Cover;
Who doth, rise up,
Who drinks the Wine, of Night's Cup
For I hold Her, so weetly,
And kiss Her, so soft;
And, for a short Time,
My Soul, wanders off.
I kiss her, Eternal,
Her lips, so soft;
And, Eternal,
My Soul, wanders off...

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