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Those thousands of little stars |
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That I descry every night, |
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Scattered in the endless sky when it's veiled |
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Into a habit of temptation, |
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When it brings the unexchangeable excitement |
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It offers me its beautiful face. |
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So secret and enshrouded with the curtain of darkness |
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So lovely, but yet rather mysterious that face seeming |
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Known for my mind had existed since the ancient ages. |
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That face that's an image faithful to the gleam of midnight sky. |
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One thought has sized my mind just now where |
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I have beheld this exquisite face. |
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I have dropped down my eyes towards your face |
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And I've been seeing a bright. |
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Shine which suggests the gleam of midnight sky to me again!!! |
