| Overhead, the moon is beaming
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| White as blossoms on the bough
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| Nothing is heard but the song of a bird
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| Filling all the air with dreaming
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| Would my heart but still it’s beating
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| Only you can tell it how, beloved
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| From your window give me greeting
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| Hear my eternal vow
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| Soft in the trees lies the echo of my longing
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| While all around you my dreams of rapture throng
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| My soul, my joy, my hope, my fear
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| Your heart must tell you that I am near
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| List from above while I pour out my love
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| For you know through my life you are love’d
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| Oh, hear my longing cry, oh, love me or I die
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| Overhead, the moon is beaming
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| White as blossoms on the bough
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| Nothing is heard but the song of a bird
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| Filling all the air with dreaming
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| Would my heart but still it’s beating
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| Only you can tell it how, beloved
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| From your window give me greeting
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| I swear my eternal love |