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Senses take flight |
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On their dulcimer strings |
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By the flickering light |
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As the candle is dimmed |
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Kissed by the breath of a whim |
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At a peace close to dying |
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That hides many things |
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Like the tears in the night |
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Soothe the eyes but eventually sting |
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Night scented stocks |
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Weave their own threnody |
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Through a tinderless night |
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Steeped in old melodies |
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Words carried home by the breeze |
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Are suspended in time |
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On this midsummer's eve |
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Under tender moonlight |
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In the temperate forest of dreams |
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Madrigal homebound on madrigal winds |
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Madrigal in flight on gossamer wings |
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All you can wish for is all that it brings |
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Born to be under the spell of this wonderful thing |
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Sleep in this storybook's |
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Halcyon scene |
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Hear 'the whispering' speak |
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Of their timeless esteem |
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Nightfall has beckoned you here |
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To a place in a clearing |
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Where kingfishers sing |
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Of the crystal clear waters |
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Alive in this magical spring |
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Tail on over |
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Madrigal homebound on madrigal winds |
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Madrigal in flight on gossamer wings |
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All you can wish for is all that it brings |
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Born to be under the spell of this wonderful thing |
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Madrigal homebound on madrigal winds |
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Madrigal in flight on gossamer wings |
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All you can wish for is all that it brings |
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Born to be under the spell of this wonderful thing |
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Tail on over |
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Madrigal homebound on madrigal winds |
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Madrigal in flight on gossamer wings |
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All you can wish for is all that it brings |
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Born to be under the spell of this wonderful thing |
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Madrigal homebound on madrigal winds |
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Madrigal in flight on gossamer wings |
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All you can wish for is all that it brings |
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Born to be under the spell of this wonderful thing |
